Hey. was on my flight home from Rome today and I was really bored.

I'd started reading my old stories and decided to continue writing this one.

can't promise I'll continue, I am really swamped at school, and I can't even promise that you'll like the story. I kind of lost faith in my writing ability.

Nonetheless I am going to post it. I'll try finish the story soon. I know I need closure.

She was standing there. The girl I was loosing important hours of sleep over was standing in front of me looking at me with a surprised and annoyed look in her eyes. She was wearing a black skinny jeans and a baggy t-shirt of led Zeppelin 'not a look that I've ever seen on her before' she apparently decided to skip applying make up today but she still looked gorgeous as ever.

It didn't seem like she was going to say anything soon, in fact she looked a bit irritated. This had actually made it easier to talk to her, it took a lot of the kiss pressure off, and I was focused on her angry attitude.

"Hey Q." I started casually, with a slight cynic edge to my voice. "What got your panties in a bunch?"

Her annoyed face turned to an amused one and then back to indifference before I could appreciate her smile.

"Nothing really. Work shit." She took a step towards the stairs and added. "And I'm late, so, I'm gonna go."

Before I thought about it I grabbed at her wrist and stopped her from walking. "Well." She turned around and faced me. "Amuse me and tell me what happened." I asked with a small smile on my lips. Her being upset kind of railroad me off my problems.

The blonde looked like she contemplated it for a second and then she said. "Those fuckers can't understand what 'I have a test tomorrow' means" she said frustrated.

"That's not amazeballs at all"

She laughed. "You're stupid."

"Yeah but you smiled. So I guess it was worth it." And I really meant it. It was more than thinking she's unbelievably hot. I liked her. I liked Quinn.

She smiled at me once more and than she just walked away. And I was standing there frozen, thinking I really need to talk to Puck because I was doomed.

As I walked in Puck was already sitting there. Playing with his phone, drinking from a cup of coffee. Another one was placed on the desk. That was his thing. He'd get there two minutes before we said and buy two cups of coffee, if I was late my coffee would get cold, and he had always made me drink it. Sometimes I would come before him and do the same, but just because I was tired of him buying me coffee all the time and not letting me pay him back.

Today I was only a minute late, and so my coffee was hot. We sat there, drinking our coffee, talking about nothing and then he said.

"Okay San. What's going on?" He sat straight and looked me in the eyes.

"There's Quinn." I began. "You know her." He nodded signaling to continue. "She's hot as fuck, but she's also smart and funny and awesome, and I think maybe I like her." I said. "Like like." I emphasized. "Oh. And we kissed." I added as though I just remembered it.

"Well." He smiled. "Go for it. She's smoking hot and you deserve being happy." I opened my mouth, but before I could get out a single word he continued. "Look. She's not a stupid girl. She's older and smart, and she knows what she's doing going around and kissing with you. The worst thing is getting you heart break. And believe me, it doesn't suck as much the second time." I simply nodded and took another sip of my coffee.

When I got home later both my roommates was sitting on the couch laughing.

"What's going on baby carrots?" I asked while crushing on the couch between them. "Why are you giggling like two 12 years old who accidentally ate the special brownies."

"We are just comparing dates." Kurt said.

"Oh right you and your fellow-" I stopped mid sentence and looked over to the small diva. "You were on a date? With Sam?" I asked sounding awfully excited.

"Santana if you'll continue sounding like that I can accidentally start to believe you actually care." Rachel said casually.

"Shut up. How was it?"

"It was great." She began.

"Mine too." Kurt added.

"We don't have time to tell you now because we're hosing a formal dinner." Kurt said and they both got up and walked to the kitchen.

"What with who?" I asked annoyed.

"Just the girls next door." The boy said.

"And Sam." The singer added with a soft and loving tone.

I was froze for a second. But then I remembered my talk with Puck and walked to my room with out a single word. I looked for something to wear. I liked the jeans. They looked hot, but the sweater wasn't going to work. I took it off, and my shoes too, I was home there was no need to be uncomfortable. I put on a gray hoodie with NYU written across it. Then I lifted my hair in a messy bun. That was my favorite outfit at home.

I was ready to go to the living room when my computer made a sound. I had it for ages, but I still couldn't master the different sounds coming out of it.

After sitting on my bed and pulling the computer closer I figured that the sound was an email from my English professor remanding me I have a middle of semester talk with him in about half an hour.

"Shit. I totally forgot." I yelled to no one in particular.

I left the house after apologizing for my roommates and went towards my school. I was annoyed by the fact I missed time with Quinn. I just thought about her all through my talk with my favorite professor and I barely listened to him praising me.

When I got to our building it was already eleven. We sat together for about two hours and I knew the dinner must be over.

When I got to my floor I didn't go straight to my door, but instead I knocked on the blondes' door.

Brittany opened the door and smile at me warmly. "San. I missed you at dinner."

"I missed you too Britt."

She didn't say anything else but instead pointed to the direction I assumed was Quinn's bedroom. I knocked once.

"Come in."

I slowly opened the door and stepped in. Quinn was sitting on her bed. She had a shocked look for a second but then she settles for a small smile. Her room was totally her. She had three white walls and one in dark red. Her bed frame was low, and it was almost like sleeping on the floor. She had black sheets and a huge white closet. She didn't have a T.V in her room, and where you'd except it to be was a huge book case with many many books.

"Your room is so you." I said after a few minutes of looking around.

"Thanks." She smiled a little bigger. "Would you say it's amazeballs?" She teased.

She got up from the bed and walked across to me. "What are you doing here? Usually when you miss a dinner it's costume to send flowers, you didn't have to apologize in person."

I had a stupid huge smile on my face now, I'm sure of it. "It'll be here tomorrow. I promise."

"So?" She asked again. A spark in her beautiful hazel eyes.

"I need to borrow some sugar."

She laughed. I love it when she's laughing.

"Shut up." She said and walked a little bit closer.

"Well, actually I thought about telling you that I like you, that the kiss was fucking awesome, and to ask you if you want to eat dinner with me tomorrow, but I don't know why, maybe your hello kitty p.j changed my mind." I said.

"Oh really?" She got even closer with that stupid sexy smirk she had. "Would you prefer me out of it?"

"No question there." Were the last words I said before her lips where on mine again. Better than I remembered, didn't think that was possible.

Tell me what you think.

Anything will be welcomed by my loving hands.