'Satan! Your girl just texted asking which set of handcuffs to wear, yours or hers?' Puck yells from Santana's bed so the brunette can hear him over the sound of the water running from the shower.

In the bathroom, Santana rolls her eyes. Don't get her wrong, Noah Puckerman has been her best friend ever since kindergarten.

He was the one Santana went to when she started having feelings for girls. Puck knew how it would be like for her in school and offered to play the beard. Mostly everyone would think he was just trying to kiss one of the Cheerio's but deep inside, the guy is a softy and was merely helping out a friend. When Santana saw him take a tipsy Quinn to his room on one of his infamous parties, the Latina smacked him hard across the head and asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing. Puck answered he was trying to get it on until she interrupted. Santana grabbed Quinn, got her in a cab and explained to Puck how she was deeply in love with the blonde. Puck apologized for a week non-stop. Ever since, he makes a joke here and there about Quinn being her girl.

'Mine's!' Santana yells back, knowing the boy is asking where the sleepover is taking place.

'Hot!'

Rolling her eyes again, Santana shuts the water, gets out of the shower and quickly gets dressed before going back into her room.

'What you texted her?' She plops down next to him.

'That your handcuffs would be fine.'

The Latina extends her hand towards the boy.

'Gimme my phone, Puckerman.'

The boy complies, grabs the X-box remote and turns some race game he brought with him back on.

Santana goes to the send messages and roll her eyes before smacking Puck in the arm. He merely grins.

My pair of cuffs is fine, nigga. But you gotta know I'm a top ;)

'This is disgusting.' She scrunches up her face in said disgust before putting her phone on the night table.

'Then why didn't you texted her saying it was me?'

'Like she doesn't know.' Eye-roll again.

'Stop rolling your eyes at me, Lopez.'

'Maybe if I didn't have a fucking reason to roll 'em, Puckerman.'

'You know, you really should tell her how you feel. I get it, you're not the mushy feely type but, c'mon, you love her.'

Santana sighs.

'Don't you think I know that?' She shakes her head, looking up at the ceiling. 'That stupid Finnessa broke up with her, now is not the best time.'

Puck stops the game.

'You have any idea how many times I've heard you say that shit? That 'now is not the time'?' He turns to her. 'First it was because you didn't know if she digged girls. Then it was because she had just come out as bi and you didn't want to push her. Then it was because she and Sam started dating. Then because she broke up with Sam. Then because she was dating that Cheerio. Then the Cheerio cheated on her – and, by the way, where the hell did that chick ran off to?' Santana just gives him a knowing smirk. 'Never mind. Then she started dating Finn. And now it's because he broke up with her? Get your shit back together and grow a pair.'

'I can't just go up to her and go all 'hey, Quinn. I love you. Let's make out', can I?'

'If you had a pair, you could.' He dares her and she sighs again.

'Puck, I just came out to my parents last week, it's kinda soon to get a girlfriend.'

'Fuck it being soon!' He practically screams. 'I'm tired of seeing my best friend looking like shit because she won't tell the girl of her dreams how she feels!'

'I'm fucking scared! I'm scared of telling her!' She yells and sits up. 'I'm scared of telling her how I feel because I might ruin the only stable thing I have in my life beside our friendship, Puck!' She lowers her voice a bit. 'I've been on and off the Cheerios. Same shit with Glee. I've fucked half the school 'cause I couldn't come to terms with who I am. I've hide from my parents that I'm gay for the last three years and I just fucking told them and they're still processing it because I know they love me but they need time to come to terms with it and – and - I can't lose her!' Santana starts crying and her whole body shakes visibly.

Puck pulls her to his arms as his best friend cries in his chest, wetting his shirt and letting out 'dammit' here and there. He doesn't say anything, he just holds her tightly and waits until she lets it all out.

Still shaking slightly, Santana pulls back and wipes the remaining of her tears with the back of her hands.

'I can't tell her.' She whispers.

'You have to. Or do you prefer crying all over the place because you're a coward?'

She sighs and gets up on shaky legs.

'I'm gonna go get something to eat. You want something?'

Puck denies and runs a hand through his Mohawk in frustration after Santana leaves the room.

'Dammit, S.' He curses under his breath before punching the pillow.

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Carla Lopez is in the kitchen making dinner when-

'Fuck it being soon!' She recognizes Noah Puckerman's voice. 'I'm tired of seeing my best friend looking like shit because she won't tell the girl of her dreams how she feels!'

She frowns in confusing and stops what she's doing to try to hear Santana's response.

'I'm fucking scared! I'm scared of telling her! I'm scared of telling her how I feel because I might ruin the only stable thing I have in my life beside our friendship, Puck!' Carla's face softens in understanding.

She tries to hear the rest of the conversation but can only hear muffles now.

Sighing, she resumes making dinner.

Sanny, where is the brave girl I've raised?

When Santana came out to her and her husband, they were in shock and took a few seconds to process the news, making Santana start crying and thinking she was no longer welcome in the house, in her home. The girl started shaking uncontrollably and Javier quickly went to his daughter and gathered her in his arms while Carla rubbed her back and whispered soothing words in the younger brunette's ear.

'Tana, it doesn't matter if you're homosexual, bisexual, heterosexual, transsexual, pansexual or whatever other sexual ending thing there is in the book.' Javier says when Santana stops crying, still tightly holding to her father's tears strained shirt. He raises her head by the chin, forcing her to look into his grey eyes. 'Your mother and I love you exactly the same.'

Carla turns her daughter's head towards her and softly kisses her forehead.

'For once in your life, Sanny, listen to your dad.'

Carla is called out of her trance by a hand waving in front of her face.

'Mom? You there?'

Carla squats Santana's hand away.

'Yes, I'm here.' Her face turns into one of worry once she notices her daughter's face – red puffy eyes, dried tears on her cheeks and slightly messed hair. 'Are you okay, mija?' She sooths Santana's hair down.

'I'm-' She bites her lower lip and sighs before looking down. 'No.'

Carla pulls her into a hug.

'This is about a girl, isn't it?' She whispers in her daughter's ear.

Santana pulls back a little to look at her mom.

'How do you know?'

'I heard you and Puck, honey. Not the whole conversation but enough.'

'Sorry about the swearing.'

'That's the least of my worries right now. You need to tell this girl, whoever she is, what you feel and you need to tell her before it's too late and she's gone.'

'Mo-'

'No, you listen, Santana Maria Lopez.' Carla pulls back completely and points a finger at her daughter. 'You are in love with this girl. I could hear the pain in your voice from the three sentences I heard from you. You're scared but if you don't tell her, if you don't show her how you feel then she's going to end up getting together with someone else and she will fall in love with that someone. You're going to regret your decision for the rest of your life if you don't tell her, this I promise you. You need to tell her as soon as possible, Sanny.'

'Mom, I-'

'Don't 'mom' me. If you love this girl-'

'I do.'

'Then you need to be brave enough to tell her and if you aren't brave enough to do that then be brave enough to watch her love someone else and not break apart.'

Santana nods her head.

'Tough love.' She chuckles.

'As long as it gets some sense into that hard head of yours. Now, why did you come into the kitchen? Did you want something?'

'Yeah. I was going to grab something to eat and tell you Quinn's sleeping over.'

'I'll take you guys something upstairs.'

Santana kisses her mom's cheek. As she's mid way up the stairs, she calls out for the older brunette.

'Don't you wanna know who she is?'

'When you bring her home to meet me and your father, I'll know.'

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'See ya, Puck.' Santana waves at the boy as he hops into his blue pick-up.

'See ya, Satan. And tell her.' He looks pointedly at his best friend.

She gulps in anticipation and nods. Happy with the answer, Puck starts his pick-up and drives out of the Lopez driveway.

Santana goes to her room and plops face first to her bed, crashing into the pillow. Her phone vibrates on her bedside table and she blinding reaches for it. After three tries she gives up with a groan and sits up, grabbing the phone. She unlocks it.

1 new message from 'Rachel'

1 new message from 'Quinn'

Santana frowns, not having heard when the blonde sent her a text and deciding to open Quinn's text first.

Nice to know, "Santana"

Chuckling, the brunette types back.

Sorry about my idiot excuse of a best friend.

She opens Rachel's text next.

A pool party is taking place at my residence tomorrow (Saturday) for my fellow Glee-clubbers at 1800 pm. Please confirm and do not be late.

This chick needz to learn how to talkz.

She types her confirmation just as Quinn texts her again.

Don't worry. Are you picking me up or do I drive there?

I'll pick you up.

Sure, if you don't mind.

Smiling slightly, Santana sends the next text without thinking.

Anything for you.

She slams her palm against her forehead and curses in Spanish.

Someone's trying to woo me ;) You can come pick me up, I'm ready.

Sighing in relief, she texts she's on her way. She grabs her car keys, stuffs her phone in her right pocket and goes downstairs.

'Hey, mom. I'm gonna pick up Q. I'll be back in twenty.' She kisses her mom's cheek and gets out before her mother has the chance to answer.

Hopping into her black Buggati Veyron 16.4 aka Veronica – her baby -, Santana turns the radio on, Linkin Park's 'Hit The Floor' blasting through.

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As 'Somewhere I Belong' finishes, Santana stops her car next to Quinn's blue Audi S4 B5 and honks while turning the volume down.

'Hey, San.' Quinn smiles while she hops in and throws her bag in the back.

'Hey.' She leans over the cockpit and gives Quinn a kiss in the cheek.

Where the hell did that came from?!The Latina panics.

Stop blushing, stop blushing… why am I blushing?! Quinn tells herself.

Santana clears her throat.

'You have everything with you?'

'Yeah.' Her voice comes out a little hoarse. 'We can go.' She smiles softly at Santana and Santana smiles back.

The brunette starts the car and she reaches for Quinn's hand after a few seconds.

'I'm sorry about Finn, Quinn.' She squeezes and Quinn squeezes back.

'It's okay. Shit happens.' She shrugs, blinking back a tear.

'You really liked him, uh?' Santana asks with sadness.

'No, not really. It's just- I thought he liked me. I also thought Macy liked me and look at how that turned out.' She smiles sadly.

'I'm really sorry, Quinn.' The hand on the wheel tightens in anger against both Macy and Finn, her knuckles turning white.

'I know you are. You have no reason to be sorry and you are. I know I can count on you, even if everything else fails, I can still count on you.'

Santana stops on a red light and she shifts so she can look at the blonde.

'Whatever happens, Q, I swear to you, you can always come to me, I'm right here.'

Quinn leans over and wraps her arms tightly around Santana's neck, squeezing and holding on for a few seconds before she pulls back.

'You really should start driving sometime soon.'

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'Mom, I'm back!' Santana yells.

She sits on the couch as Quinn makes her way to the kitchen.

'Hey, Carla.'

'Hello, Quinn. How are you?' She hugs the blonde and turns back around before dinner burns.

'I'm alright, thank you. And you?'

An idea gets in her head.

'I'm good. Santana though.' She sighs.

Quinn's face turns into one of worry.

'What? Is she okay? She didn't told me anything, what's wrong?' She rushes out.

'No, no, she's alright, she's just in love and too stubborn to let the girl now.'

'Oh. Uhmm… I'm gonna go watch some TV with San.'

'Sure, sweetie, I'll get you two when dinner's ready.'

Quinn sits on the brunette's left side.

'San, you know you can tell me anything, right?'

Santana looks at her confused.

'Of course. Why?'

Quinn looks between Santana and the kitchen.

'Shit, my mom told you?'

Santana panics.

Why the hell would my mom tell her I love her?

'Yes. Why didn't you told me? I thought you trusted me.' Quinn looks down, sadness clear in her hazel eyes.

Santana cups the blonde's face in her hands, making Quinn look her in the eyes.

'I trust you with my life, Quinn. I just didn't know how to tell you. It's not every day you tell one of your best friends you have feelings for her.'

'What?' Quinn scrunches up her face in confusion. 'You have feelings for me?'

Santana's hands fall to her sides.

'I-my mom told you.'

'Your mom told me you're in love with a girl. She never told me it was me.'

'Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Quinn, I'm sorry.'

'You're sorry you told me or you're sorry of how you told me?'

'None. Both. I mean- shit!' She hides her face in her hands, trying to even out her quick breathing.

Quinn makes comforting patterns on the brunette's back.

'San, just breathe. Breathe, hun.'

After a few moments, Santana starts breathing normally again and looks into the hazel eyes she loves so much.

'Quinn, when you text me, you make me smile, genuinely smile. There's not day I go by without thinking of you, without thinking I just want to be with you, without thinking I want to call you baby. You occupy my thoughts all the god damn time. I want to call you at night and be the last voice you hear before you fall asleep. I want you to wake up and have a cheesy good morning text from me waiting for you on your phone. I want to hold your hand, I don't care how long I have to wait to do it in public. Nothing you desire can compare to how much I desire you. Your beauty is literally too much for me to handle at times. You do things to me that change me, you change me to better without even knowing it. I love you to pieces and I want to be with you, to curl up in your arms and fall asleep. I just wish you'd want it too…' She looks down, a single tear escaping down her right cheek.

'How do people say you're bad at speeches?' Quinn asks, lifting Santana's head by the chin and gently wiping the tear on her cheek with her thumb.

'Dunno.' She mumbles, looking anywhere but at the blonde.

'San.' She waits until the Latina's eyes meet her own. 'I'm gonna kiss you now.'

Santana's eyes wide slightly before they focus on Quinn's lips. Quinn puts her left hand on Santana's jean covered left knee while her right hand gently lays on top of the brunette's one that's between them on the couch. She leans forward while all Santana can do is stay rotten in place, her eyes fluttering close as the blonde gets closer. Quinn stops right before their lips touch, the Latina opening her eyes once again.

Quinn gives her a small, tiny, minuscule ghost of a smile before leaning the rest of the way, their lips brushing a few times before Santana leans in and actually presses their lips together, gently, none the less. Quinn tilts her head to the left, giving her a better angle, their noses brushing in the process. A little hesitantly, Santana sweeps her tongue across Quinn's bottom lip. Quinn sucks on Santana's tongue for a few seconds before giving the Latina entrance.

While Santana happily explores Quinn's mouth, the blonde gives a small moan from the back of her throat. Santana lifts her right hand and traces Quinn's jaw line with her index finger. Quinn deepens the kiss, giving the Latina a fight for dominance, their tongues battling.

After a minute, Quinn pulls back, biting on Santana's bottom lip before leaning her forehead against Santana's.

'San.' She finally opens her eyes, the brunette opening her owns upon hearing her name leave the blonde's lips. 'I like you.'

Santana grins from ear to ear and wraps her arms around Quinn's neck. She pulls the girl closer to her and kisses her nose. Quinn wraps her own arms around Santana's waist and squeezes.

The front door opens and Santana takes her arms from around Quinn's neck and tries to put some space between them to have Quinn hold her tightly.

'I'm not letting you go.' She says with a smile, knowing the Latina would understand the truth behind her words.

'Hey, girls.' Javier Lopez says, walking into the living room.

'Hi, dad.'

'Hi, Javier.'

He sits on the lover's seat perpendicular to the couch and throws his feet on top of the coffee table.

'Javier, that better be an earthquake and not your feet I heard slam against my grandmother's coffee table.'

'It wasn't, dear.'

Quinn smirks at the man while Santana chuckles lightly.

'Are you dating?'

Santana eyes almost jump out.

'What?'

'Are you and Quinn dating?'

'Why would you-'

'Not yet.' Quinn interrupts her.

Santana does a little victory dance in her head.

'Not yet means…?'

'It means that we haven't gotten to the dates part yet.'

'And when are you thinking about getting to the dating part?'

'Soon.'

'And by soon-'

'Javier!' Carla gives him the 'leave-the-poor-thing-alone' look.

'I'm protecting our daughter.'

'From her best friend?'

'Well… yes?'

The older Lopez woman shakes her head at her husband.

'Dinner's ready.' She addresses the girls.

Quinn whines.

'The day someone refuses my wife's cooking. The end of the world is near.' Javier dramatically rushes to the nearest window and looks outside.

'Stop it, dad.' Santana rolls her eyes.

'So, Quinn, are you going to tell me why you practically denied my cooking? I know for a fact you love it.' Carla says with a raised eyebrow.

'No offence to your meals, Carla, but I'm holding Santana, starving is fine.'

The girl in question blushes.

'Smooth.' Javier says with a smirk.

'Well, dear, I don't need Judy to sue me for not feeding her daughter so you two get up.' Carla grabs her husband's hand and drags him to the kitchen, giving the girls a few moments alone, much to his displeasure.

Santana shifts in Quinn's arms so she's face to face with the blonde.

'Did you mean that?'

'Yes.'

Santana frowns.

'You don't even what I'm talking about.'

Quinn shrugs.

'Either it's what I said to you, what I said to your dad or what I said to your mom, I meant it.'

Santana leans forward and presses her lips hungrily against Quinn's. Slightly in shock of the strength with Santana pressed their lips together, Quinn kisses back, her right hand going up to disappear beneath brown locks.

'You better be getting to this kitchen!' Javier's voice can be heard.

They break apart and Santana tries to stand up but Quinn pulls her back.

'Will you go with me to Rachel's party tomorrow?'

'I don't really have a choice, I have the car.'

'No.' The blonde shakes her head and grabs Santana's hand. 'Go with me as my date.' The ex-cheerio kisses the Latina's knuckles.

Santana's smile could light up the whole world.

'Seriously?'

Quinn stands up, still holding Santana's hand.

'Uh-mmm.'

Quinn turns around, intending to go to the kitchen, her back to Santana and the Latina lets go of her hand, squeals as she wraps her arms around the blonde's waist from behind and spins her around. Quinn's hands clutch to Santana's arms and she laughs.

'San! Put me down!'

The brunette spins her a few more times before letting her go and waiting until the taller girl turns around the wrap her arms around her neck.

'I would love to be your date.'

'You do know we can hear you, right?' Javier asks from inside the kitchen.

'Javi! Leave them alone! They're teenagers in love!'

'This is my daughter we're talking about!'

'She's our daughter and we both know you couldn't wish for a better girl for our hija ever since you find out she's into girls.'

No response.

Laughing, the girls make their way to the kitchen.

'No throw back for that, dad?'

He pokes the food in his plate with his fork and mumbles something.

The girls and Carla laugh again before Carla sits down next to her husband, across the girls, and kisses his cheek.

Santana hesitantly reaches over beneath the table to hold Quinn's right hand. When the blonde feels fingertips brushing timidly against the back of her hand, she turns her hand around and looks down as Santana slips her fingers between her owns. The brunette squeezes, also looking at their intertwined hands. Santana bites her lip to try to stop the smile on her face, but it still tugs at the corners of her lips.

Javier and Carla share a knowing look and get back to eating dinner.

Santana and Quinn make to eat, Quinn pulling her right hand to grab the fork and dragging Santana's own behind. Blushing, Santana pulls their hands to her lap quickly.

'You better be good at eating with your left hand.' She whispers just for the blonde's ears.

Giggling, Quinn grabs the fork with her said hand.

'I'll manage.'

And she did… half did.

A/N: darkecofreak1 asked for this so long ago but I made it seriously long so does it make up for it? :p