The high of the beach air and carelessness washed away when the Lopez's dropped Quinn off at her house after getting back to Ohio. She came back to an empty house and shot her mother a text letting her know she was back home.
Mom: Glad to know you're home safe honey, working will be home late.
Quinnie: Okay
A week away from this house was not nearly enough, She dragged her suitcase up the stairs to her bedroom to unpack. While she was removing each item of clothes she remembered what she was doing when she wore it. When she finished putting away all her clothes she shoved her bag back to its place under her bed and decided she would take a shower to wash off all the airport germs. When she came back to her bedroom she had a missed call from Santana and a text.
S: I miss you already/
Q: miss u 2
She sent the message and slumped onto her bed suddenly feeling extremely exhausted.
The girls didn't see each other or talk much for the next couple weeks both busy in their own lives. While Santana was committed to rejoining the cheerios for her last year of highschool, Quinn decided against it despite the latina's many attempts at getting her to come with her, she instead got a job at Book Haven a little book store next to the Lima Bean in town. Working kept her out of her own head, when she was at home all she did was think about Santana and their "situationship".
It was nearly closing time at the bookstore when Quinn heard the bell on the front door ring, she sat behind the cashier counter reading a copy of The Summer I Turned pretty.
"Hi, Welcome in." She said her usual greeting but didn't look up from her book. light footsteps approached her
"I like the sexy librarian thing you got going on," the familiar voice made the blonde's stomach flutter. She looks up to meet chocolatey brown eyes staring back at her. "How do you manage to make being nose deep in a book look so hot?" Santana continued to hit on her.
Still stunned to see her, Quinn barely managed to let out a small "Hey," she shut her book without breaking eye contact.
"Hi," Santana bit the corner of her bottom lip, a little nervous after very little contact with the girl.
"W-What are you doing here?" Quinn said a bit flustered putting her book away in her tote bag.
"I just couldn't stand another day without seeing you," Santana leaned on the counter, "Come over tonight."
The warmth in the blonde's chest quickly faded. This is just another booty call. "um, sure,"she looked down to gather her things to hide the little bit of disappointment in her eyes. "Let me just lock up and I'll meet you outside."
"Wonderful," The brunette said in a fake British accent and walked out the front door. Once she was out of ear shot Quinn let out a heavy sigh. She went to the back office to kill the lights and activate the security alarm. Then she had exactly 30 seconds to exit the building and met Santana in her car right outside the door.
The drive to latinas house was filled with the blonde listening to the other girl go on about how being back on the cheerios is going and bitching about coach Sue's cruel workout routines. Quinn just nodded along pretending to listen because all she could think about is how she hates being casual to Santana. I love this girl so much it drives me crazy but I can't do this anymore. She thought to herself, it made her sad to think if she brings it up she could possibly lose Santana but she knows for her own well-being she can't go on with this weighing on her. When the arrive at the lopez's residence, the girls went straight up to Santana's bedroom.
Like usual as soon as the door shut behind the blonde she was immediately pushed up against it as the latina pressed her body into her and connected there lips after what has felt like centuries. The kisses were hungry and desperate, Quinn felt herself melting into Santana's touch. What kind of spell does this girl put her under? As much as she wants to push the girl off her she lets her desire for her take over her entire body and gives in.
After many orgasms, they lay in Santana's dark satin sheets cuddling. Quinns head resting on the latina's chest, legs tangled together and with one arm securely wrapped around the other girl's slim waist. Santana was playing with pieces of messy blonde hair twirling them between her fingers and taking in the smell of Quinn's coconut scented shampoo. She places a kiss on the top of her head and pulls the blonde in impossibly closer.
"Why can't you commit to me?" Quinn thought out loud. She felt santana tense up under her immediately and her heart rate picked up.
"HHuh?" The brunette stuttered. They were both a little shocked by the question but Quinn couldn't turn back now.
"I mean we act like a couple, we fuck like a couple, and we argue like a couple. So, why Santana?" She moved to face the latina, leaning on her right elbow to hold her up.
"Not this again, Q." Santana pulled the sheet up over her, suddenly feeling very naked and vulnerable. She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed deeply.
"Don't brush this off, I want a real answer," The blonde said, annoyed with the other girl's avoidance of the topic. "Is it that you aren't over Brittany or is there someone else in the picture?" Quinn saw Santana's eye brow furrow a little at the mention of her ex, now best friend.
The latinas eyes hardened, with her mask firmly in place, she broke eye contact from hazel green eyes and scoffed but gave no answer.
"Please San, I need to know why I'm not enough for you." The blonde sat up completely now, she grabbed the shirt that had been discarded earlier from where it hung on the edge of the bed and threw it over herself.
"Why is this not enough for YOU!" Santana sat up too still gripping on to her sheet, "You said we already act like a fucking couple, why are you so bitter?"
"I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner with your parents at the table waiting for us!" The blonde raises her voice a little feeling the rage build up tightly inside her chest. "You wonder why I'm bitter?"
"Yes, because its not like I'm fucking anyone else. So I don't like labels, sue me!" The brunette shot back.
"You said 'I love you' to me in the shower and you can't just simply ask me to be your girlfriend? I love you, Santana more than you'll ever know but I can't live in this uncertainty." Quinn saw the brunette's eyes soften at her words.
"I'm scared," she said softly. "What if one day you just decide you don't want to be with a girl anymore? I can't handle going through that again. I refuse to go through that again. I'm sorry Quinn but I can't give you what you want." Santana got up from the bed and walked over to her dresser to pull on a pair of pajamas turned away from the blonde.
"So that's you're answer? because youre fucking scared?" Quinn was in disbelief, she just poured her heart out and got it stomped on. " Have these past 6 months meant nothing to you? the fact that you think I would do that to you speaks volumes of how little you think of me." The Latina went about tying her hair up into a bun still facing away from the blonde.
"You know what, I'm sorry, This is completely my fault" Her words dripped with venom and sarcasm. "I should've never expected you to want anything more with me, god, im such a fucking idiot. You just used me as your own personal sex toy knowing you didn't want something serious. I hate that I let this drag on so long and I hate myself because deep down I knew but I was such a dumbass I let myself fall for you." Quinn climbed off the bed and started searching around the bed for her clothes. She threw on her jeans and sweatshirt that were on the floor.
no words from Santana. "Seriously? you're not going to say anything?" still refusing to look at the blonde she was now leaning on the dresser with both hands gripping the edge like It was the only thing holding her up.
"I told you from the beginning, it's just sex." the brunette slowly just shook her head. Which only infuriated Quinn even more, she kept on gathering her things getting ready to leave, mumbling to herself about hating how she let this drag on so long as she slipped on her shoes.
"Go to hell Santana!" The blonde gave a final glare over to where the silent girl was standing and slammed the door on her way out of the bedroom.