A/N: So, this is going to be my first multi-chapter story ever. I've had this idea in my head for awhile now and finally got around to writing the first chapter. Remember, reviews are love. =] Enjoy.
Quinn ran. She never ran so fast in her entire life. And that's surely saying something, considering the last two years of her life were dedicated to Sue Sylvester and her insane Cheerios. Never in her life did Quinn want to get away from someone, than in the moment that Santana Lopez kissed her.
Quinn's day had started out just like any other day. She woke up at five in the morning, internally cursing the sick jerk that decided school attendance had to be compulsory. If she had it her way, school would be two hours long and consist of one class: Glee.
As she studied her closet, trying to decide what to wear for the day Quinn found herself thinking about how much of an impact Glee made on her life. Two years ago if someone would have told her that one day the Glee club would be her savior she would have ordered an onslaught of slushie facials upon the offender who dared to speak such blasphemy. She was Quinn Fabray, she did NOT associate with anybody who wasn't a cheerleader or jock.
But then she got pregnant, and her reputation plummeted, and the Glee club had her back. When she decided to regain her position as Head Cheerio in the beginning of this year, Quinn was surprised to find that the Glee Club still accepted her. And when she, Brittany, and Santana quit the Cheerios, the Gleeks were there. ('But then again, they've always been there, she thought) She found a home with those nerds, the people who, in the past, she would have never spoken to if she could help it. But fate works in mysterious ways, at least that's what Quinn tells herself, and now she has eleven of the sweetest, most caring friends a person could ask for.
Sighing, Quinn finished her make-up and grabbed her car keys and her backpack from their place on the desk in the corner of her room, and made her way to school. She was getting her chemistry book out of her locker when she heard someone call her name from the other end of the hallway. She turned to see Santana making her way towards her. Santana and Quinn had a weird friendship. They seemed to enjoy insulting one another, but when push came to shove, they always considered each other one of their closest friends.
"Hey there Juno" Santana said as she approached Quinn.
"S, it's been a year, I'm not pregnant anymore!" Quinn quipped back.
"Ah I'm just busting your ass Fabray, lighten up"
Quinn mumbled something in response, and the Latina took that as an invitation to keep speaking.
"Look Q, how about we re-instate our Friday night movie marathon extravaganza?" Santana asked. During their first year of friendship, the duo had made it an unspoken law that every Friday night was a "Movie Marathon Extravaganza". It was one of those traditions that should never be broken, but unfortunately unraveled during the blonde's pregnancy.
Quinn arched an eyebrow. "Are you trying to Punk me?"
"Oh please, give me more credit than that Q. I'm just trying to be nice here."
"Okay, something's wrong here, Santana Lopez is not nice." Quinn said with jest.
"Look Fabray, just show up at my place tonight at six or miss out on the most epic movie night in the history of movie nights"
And with that Santana walked away, leaving a slightly confused, but thoroughly amused Quinn behind. Truth be told the blonde girl missed spending time with Santana, and the idea of getting back on track with her favorite Latina made her stomach flip from excitement. Well at least I have something to look forward to at the end of the day, Quinn thought as she made her way to her first class.
Finally school ended, and Quinn was free to go home and get her overnight bag ready for her movie night with Santana. Looking at the clock, Quinn noticed that she managed to kill three hours, and at five-thirty left her house and headed to Santana's place. As she stood on Santana's porch, waiting for the girl to open the door , Quinn couldn't help but wonder what she got herself into. Just as her nerves began to get the better of her, the door opened to reveal the firey Latina.
She looked Quinn over. "I knew you'd come." Santana said with an odd tone to her voice.
Quinn just smiled and followed Santana into her house, and up the stairs to the girl's room. Quinn made her way to Santana's bed and flopped down. "Woah easy, my bed can't take the strain, Preggers." Santana yelled from in front of her TV. Quinn responded with tossing a pillow at the crouching girl. Caught off guard, Santana squeaked in surprise when the pillow connected with her head. "Oh hells no. You did not just throw my pillow at me Fabray"
"And if I said I did?" Quinn inquired
"Then I'd be forced to do this" Santana said as she took a running leap towards her bed and landed on top of Quinn, tickling her sides.
"SANTANA…STOP…CAN'T….BREATHE!" Quinn gasped out in between her laughter. Tears were forming in her eyes, and it did not help that Santana knew all her ticklish spots.
Santana looked down at her friend. "Say the magic words" , she said with an evil glint in her eyes. "P-p-please stop!" Quinn managed to get out, but that wasn't the word the other girl was looking for.
"Ah ah ah Q," Santana said while waggling a finger at her, "I want you to say something else"
By this point Quinn was crying freely, and her whole body felt like it was on fire. "Anything, just tell me what to say!", she yelled out desperately.
"I want you to say you love me" Santana said seriously.
Quinn just stared at the smaller girl on top of her, suddenly aware of their positions. Santana was hovering above her face, her knees were placed on either side of her hips, and she was only a few inches from being pressed against Quinn's body. "Huh?" Quinn said dumbly, the one syllable word being the only thing she was able to get out. Her mind was going a mile a minute, thousands of red flags were going up and sirens were filling her head, telling her to get away.
Santana lifted Quinn's chin, forcing their eyes to connect. "You heard me", she rasped out. Quinn found herself transfixed by the beauty of Santana's deep brown eyes. She felt like she was melting. "I love you", Quinn said quietly.
Santana smiled and stroked Quinn's cheek. Her eyes' searched Quinn's, looking for permission. Quinn slowly nodded, ignoring the voice in her head telling her to push Santana off her and leave. Santana ran her thumb across Quinn's bottom lip, before leaning down to take the blonde girl's lips within her own.
The kiss was slow and gentle. Quinn never thought Santana would be so careful, but here she was, cradling Quinn's cheek and kissing her senseless. It felt good, really good actually, and that scared Quinn. She pulled away from Santana, and pushing the smaller girl off her, she jumped up from the bed and grabbed her bag. "I can't do this, I have to go", she said to Santana as she ran out of Santana's bedroom. Quinn could have sworn she heard a small "Te amo" from Santana's room before she made her way to the stairs and out into the cold weather that Lima had been experiencing lately. She started her car and sped home.
And now here she was, laying on her bed, sobbing as she remembered the events that took place an hour earlier. Quinn was confused, scared, but most of all she was angry. Not angry at Santana for kissing her, but angry at herself, for running away from what was the most tender kiss of her life. She rolled over to her side, begging for sleep to come quickly, just so she could escape her thoughts.
'God I am so stupid. Why did I leave her? She was being so sweet, I've never seen Santana like that with anybody, not even Brittany. Fuck. She loves me. Santana Lopez loves me. And I ruined it! Shit.'
"Santana loves me" Quinn whispered to the darkness of her room. 'And I think I love her back', she thought to herself.
Quinn pulled out her phone and found that she had three missed calls and five texts from Santana.
Quinn had to hold back a sob at the first text from her friend. Q, I'm so sorry, please come back- San .
The second text wasn't much better Fuck please don't tell anybody about this, I don't think I could handle it if people knew that I'm a lesbian. –San
Quinn let out a strangled sigh when she read the word lesbian. Am I a lesbian?, she thought to herself. 'It doesn't matter right now, look how bad I've hurt San.'
Quinn. I didn't mean it, I promise. Let's just forget it happened, okay? –San
Quinn let out a loud "NO" to that text. She did not want to forget what happened with her friend. She moved on to the next text.
God damn it Quinn, answer me! –San
Guilt. That was all Quinn could feel at the moment.
Please, just, say something, or come back. I'm begging you, Q, and I'm Santana fucking Lopez, I don't beg. – San
Quinn couldn't help but smile at that one. Even when she was upset, she was glad to find out that Santana was still her Santana. 'Woah, wait, MY Santana? Shit I have to fix this', she thought as she pressed the call button next to Santana's name. It rang once before she heard a small voice on the other line.
"I'm sorry Q. I shouldn't have-" Santana started, but Quinn cut her off with a "San, shut up" . Santana waited for Quinn to continue.
"I'm coming back, Santana, I'll be there in fifteen minutes" Quinn said and then hung up before she could hear her friend's response. Grabbing her keys and bag for the second time today, she headed to Santana's house.