A/N: Okay, I'm awful. I admit it. I'm terrible. I am so incredibly sorry that I let this go for so long. It was like my personal life forced me into having a life. For those of you who are still following this, I love you all. You're amazing and I'm so very grateful that my stories are even being read by such awesome people. That being said, I'm not sure when I'll get chances to update, seeing as I'm working full time, I have volunteer duties, and I'm working on getting back to college. (Also my Brittana feels have gotten in the way of this. And for that I apologize.) Anyways, I hope you all accept my apology, even though it is rather unforgivable. I also hope you enjoy this chapter! I don't own Glee! But reviews help fill the void. -S.
Quinn awoke on the morning of the Glee clubs departure to New York in Santana's bed. It was the first time since the girl's had started their relationship that Quinn was the first to wake up. Excited, she carefully extracted herself from Santana's vice grip and went to the bathroom to get ready for their day. In just a few hours the Glee club would be on a plane, on their way to the greatest city in the United States. It just so happened that their six month anniversary was coming up and Quinn was planning something special. 'San got to plan our three month, I get this one." Quinn thought as she reflected on the ever so childish, but completely Santana, snowball fight that the other girl had sprung upon Quinn and called it their third month.
A smile graced Quinn's lips at the memory as she pulled on her clothes, and then slinked out of the bathroom to wake up Santana. Quinn very carefully crept over to the brunettes' bed, grabbing a pillow as she silently sent a pray up to whoever was listening, asking that Santana took what she was about to do in stride.
Quinn raised the pillow over her head, and just as she was about to bring the pillow down to hit Santana, a hand shot up from the bed and clasped around Quinn's arm.
"Oh I know you weren't thinking about hitting me with that, querida." Santana's still half asleep voice said.
"I er, well I wouldn't say…okay fine maybe I was." Quinn sputtered out, her face reddened due to being caught.
Santana pulled Quinn down so they were face to face and smiled gently. "I'm going to forgive you, but only because we're going to New York today baby!"
Quinn laughed at Santana's eagerness as the brunette pushed her aside and stood up from the bed to get dressed. Quinn had her car already loaded with their suitcases for New York for the past week. To say that she was excited was the understatement of the century.
Finally, after an impromptu bacon fight, Santana and Quinn made their way towards McKinley High. Santana chattered excitedly the whole way while Quinn just nodded her head and put in her two cents when it was needed. The whole ordeal struck Quinn as unbelievably domestic. When Quinn parked her car in front of the bus that was going to be taking the glee club to the airport Santana let out an uncharacteristic squeal. Before she even had the chance to arch an eyebrow, her girlfriend was already out of the car and running over to Brittany and Rachel.
'What a dork.' Quinn thought as she locked her car and watched Brittany pick Santana up and spin her. Laughing, Quinn waved to Rachel who in turn shrugged her shoulders and mouthed 'girlfriends.'
A smile graced Quinn's lips as she popped open her trunk and began pulling out her and Santana's bags. Santana, in her defense, was now being paraded around the parking lot on Brittany's back, so it wasn't like she could help Quinn regardless.
"Need some help there, baby momma?" A voice said from behind Quinn.
Quinn rolled her eyes and turned around to face the one and only Noah Puckerman. "That would be nice, actually." She said, placing a soft punch to Puck's shoulder as he walked closer, a grin on his face.
"Hey!" He exclaimed as he picked up both Santana's and Quinn's overstuffed suitcases at once. "Is that any way to treat a gentleman?"
Quinn chuckled. "So sorry, Mister Puckerman. Forgive me, please?"
Puck laughed and walked over to the bus. He loaded the girl's bags in, pausing to shoot Quinn a smile. "I guess I can forgive you. On the condition I get to watch when you and Lopez make out for at least half the trip."
Quinn was about to push Puck playfully when she felt arms wrap around her waist from behind. Apparently Santana was going to come to her rescue now.
"Not going to happen Puck." Santana said, glaring at the boy.
"Woah, down San, nice San! I was only joking lezbro." Puck laughed before running after Brittany and Rachel, who were boarding the bus.
"Jewbro! Ducky! Can I watch...?" Puck yelled only to be cut off by a loud "NO" from both Brittany and Rachel.
Quinn looked at Santana, shaking her head slightly. "We need to re-evaluate our friendships." She said, pulling the brunette onto the bus.
"Yeah no shit, querida." Santana laughed, following Quinn to sit behind Brittany and Rachel.
"Hey munchkin, are you ready to kick ass?" Santana asked, shaking Rachel's shoulders from her seat.
"Santana." Brittany warned.
"Britt-Britt come on, it's a total term of endearment." The Latina pleaded.
Brittany just hummed, a faint smile pulling the corners of her mouth up. Rachel turned into the taller blonde, pressing a kiss to Brittany's cheek before whispering something into her ear. Brittany giggled and wrapped her arms around Rachel, cuddling her as Mr. Schuester finally got on the bus and signaled the driver to go.
"In response to your question, Santana, I'm ready for us to kick ass as you so eloquently put it." Rachel said as she laid her head against Brittany's shoulder.
Quinn laughed at the pout Santana had on her face. She leaned over, and mimicking their friends in front of them, pulled Santana into her arms. The brunette came willingly, pressing her body firmly against Quinn's.
"Don't pout baby." Quinn whispered, her lips ghosting over Santana's forehead.
"Santana Lopez does not pout, Quinn. Don't be crazy."
Quinn laughed and closed her eyes, hoping to catch up on some sleep before they reached the airport. "Shh baby, nap time." Santana nodded in agreement and dozed off almost immediately, her hand intertwining with Quinn's.
After what felt like five minutes, Quinn was being shaken awake by rough hands. She cracked an eye open to find Finn standing in front of her and Santana. Quinn sat up quickly, sending Santana's still sleeping body to fall against the window.
"Fucking ow, Q!" Santana yelled out, rubbing her head where it hit the glass.
Quinn was too busy eyeing Finn, daring him to do something. "What do you want?" She asked coldly.
Finn shrugged. "We're here. Mr. Schue told me to wake you guys up."
"Well we're up so you can leave. Tell Schue we'll be out in a second." Quinn dismissed the tall boy with glare before turning to check on Santana.
The brunette was rubbing the back of her head, unshed tears in her eyes due to the pain. Quinn instantly felt like the worst person in the world. She slid closer to Santana, taking the girl's hands into her own. "Baby…" Quinn started, her voice wavering slightly.
Santana looked up at Quinn. "I'm fine. I'm okay." She reassured.
"Fuck, San. I'm so sorry. He surprised me; I didn't expect him to be standing there." Quinn explained, her fingers rubbing circles on the back of Santana's hand.
Santana surged forward and kissed Quinn softly. "No more rambling. I'm alright, querida. It's just a little bump."
Quinn nodded and stood up, pulling Santana with her. "Come on then, we don't want to miss our flight."
Santana laughed. "Damn right baby, and don't worry you can totally make up for this." Santana paused to point to her head. "By joining me in the Mile High Club."
Quinn swatted at Santana's hands. "You're incorrigible."
The girl's got off the bus and found the rest of the glee club waiting inside of the terminal. All of them were practically buzzing with excitement, hardly able to believe that they were on their way to compete at Nationals. Finally after all the long and boring airport procedures, they boarded their plan. Thankfully Quinn and Santana were seated next to each other, so when the plane took off they had each other's hands to hold.
Quinn knew that Santana hated to fly, absolutely hated it, so she wasn't surprised when the brunette didn't let go of her grip until the pilot announced that it was safe to unbuckle their seatbelts. Their plane was due to land in another three hours, so Quinn had intended on sleeping once again. Just as she was about to lay her head down on Santana's shoulder, the Latina nudged her.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Santana whispered, thankful that she and Quinn were the only people in the last row. "Count to fifty, then come back."
Quinn let her jaw drop, her hand reaching out to grab Santana's as the girl stood up. "I thought you were joking!" She hissed, her voice low so she wouldn't attract attention.
"Fifty, Quinn." Santana said with a smirk before walking away from Quinn and into the bathroom.
Quinn remained in her seat, shocked. She really thought Santana was kidding about the whole "Mile High Club" thing. Apparently she wasn't. Sighing to herself, Quinn started counting.
'This girl is going to be the death of me.' Quinn thought as she finished her counting. She stood up, brushing off the dress that she was wearing before walking back to the bathroom and knocking lightly.
The door flew open almost immediately, Santana's hands reaching out to pull Quinn into the small lavatory. Quinn was barely in the door for a second before Santana's lips had descended upon her own, kissing her fiercely. Quinn kissed back eagerly, any qualms she had about doing this gone completely. She reached over, locking the door quickly before directing all her attention to Santana.
"If we get fucking caught, Santana, I swear to God I'll ban sex for a month." Quinn said as she parted from the smaller girl.
Santana just rolled her eyes. "Relax preciosa, we won't get caught. Just keep quiet."
Quinn huffed and pulled Santana in for another kiss. Their lips moved against each others, perfectly in sync. Quinn backed Santana into the small table attached to the sink and hoisted the girl on top of it. Santana gasped into their kiss, surprised at her girlfriend's strength.
"Fucking hell, Q. You're so hot." Santana whispered, her tongue peeking out to lick at Quinn's lips playfully.
Quinn growled and pushed Santana's skin tight green dress up, her stomach dropping when she saw that Santana wasn't wearing any panties. She pulled away to look at Santana, her eyes wide.
"I didn't want to waste any time." Santana explained, pointing to her panties that were hanging out of her purse.
Quinn connected their lips again in a passionate kiss, biting down on Santana's lower lip as she trailed her fingers up Santana's thighs. Santana broke away from Quinn, moaning softly at the contact.
"Quinn come on, please baby. I'm really fucking turned on right now." Santana begged, her hips starting to move on their own accord, wanting some friction to help quell the ache between her legs.
Quinn nodded her head slightly and pulled Santana to the edge of the table. She kissed Santana softly before delving a finger between impossibly wet folds.
"Fuck, Santana. You're so damn wet." Quinn spoke softly, completely in awe of how ready her girlfriend was for her.
"Q-Quinn…" Santana stuttered, her voice pleading quietly.
Quinn moaned and began rubbing tight circles around Santana's clit, her heart pounding out of her chest as Santana's body reacted against her. She pressed open mouthed kisses to Santana's neck, chest, and jaw in an attempt to get closer to the girl. Quinn gasped when Santana lowered her head to suck gently on her earlobe before whispering. "Fuck me, Quinn. Please. Fuck me, baby."
Quinn obliged, slipping three fingers into Santana, pumping furiously. She slammed into Santana, curling her fingers at the end of each thrust. Santana bucked her hips up wildly, muttering curses in Spanish as she matched Quinn's movements, thrust for thrust.
"O-Oh dios mio, querida! Fuck!" Santana moaned, trying her best to keep quiet.
Quinn picked up her pace; her thumb brushing over Santana's engorged clit as she pounded into her girlfriend. "Shh baby, you have to be quiet, remember?" Quinn whispered, her palm hitting Santana's clit.
"Shit! Q, I-I'm so close." Santana panted, her head lolling back as she ground her hips, bearing down on Quinn's fingers.
Quinn nodded, her head resting against Santana's forehead. She could feel Santana's walls beginning to clench around her fingers, making it difficult to move. Quinn kissed Santana's lips, whispering a soft "I love you" to the brunette as she pounded her fingers into Quinn, curling them to hit that rough spot inside Santana just as her palm flattened against the Latina's clit.
"Oh God!" Santana exclaimed, her walls tightening around Quinn's fingers, locking the girl there. She came with a whispered "Quinn!" on her lips, her entire body shaking as she rode out her orgasm.
Quinn slowed her thrusts as she brought Santana down gently, her lips finding the other girl's to meet in a tender kiss. After a few moments passed, Quinn removed her fingers, her eyes never leaving Santana's as she licked them clean. Santana groaned and rubbed Quinn's cheek with her own shaking fingers.
"That was fucking amazing, Quinn." She gasped, her breathing still ragged.
Quinn couldn't help but smirk at the state Santana was in, her pride swelling to unbelievable levels.
"Yeah, I could tell. Having a little trouble there, San?" She asked, her smirk growing as Santana fumbled to pull her panties back on.
"Shut up." Came the quipped response which only led to Quinn chuckling victoriously.
"You fix yourself up, babe. I'll be back in my seat, watching whatever shitty movie the flight attendants are playing." Quinn whispered before making her way to unlock the door.
"Oh no you don't! Estas loca? Get over here." Santana demanded, her hand landing on top of Quinn's and pulling her to the wall.
"Do you really think…" The brunette purred into Quinn's ear as she pressed a knee between the girl's legs. "That I'm letting you get away with that? Someone has an ego right now, and I'm just the girl to put it back in check."
Santana pressed her knee up harder and couldn't help the smile that crossed her face as Quinn had to bite back a moan.
"Not so confident now, are we?" She asked before trailing kisses down the pale skin of Quinn's neck.
"Shit." Quinn whimpered, her eyes shut tight in concentration. 'She really is trying to kill me.'
"What's wrong, Q? You seem a little…flustered." Santana husked, her lips pressed right against the other girl's earlobe.
"Santana…" Quinn warned, her hands finding the small of Santana's back.
"Mm, yes?"
"Please?" The blonde whimpered, not wanting to give in completely to Santana's game.
"Please what? There are a lot of things that could allude to." Santana said silkily as she moved her knee and moved her left hand to toy with the end of Quinn's dress.
Quinn let out an exasperated sigh and mentally cursed herself for provoking Santana. She knew that when the other girl got in these kinds of moods, there was really only one thing she could do. And that was to beg. Beg for any kind of touch, any kind of relief from her stubborn girlfriend.
"San, please." She reiterated, her breathing slightly off point as she felt nimble fingers working their way up her thighs.
Santana hummed in response to the blonde's words, urging her on as she lightly cupped Quinn through her panties. A soft groan tumbled from Santana's lips as she felt Quinn's wet heat against her palm, a smirk on her face as she applied a little pressure
"Damn it Santana! Would you just fuck me already? Please!" Quinn exclaimed, her hips canting down on instinct. "We're in a damn airplane bathroom, San. You need to fuck me. Now."
Santana moaned a bit too loud at Quinn's words and hastily pushed the girl's panties to the side before roughly entering her with three fingers.
"You want to be fucked? I can do that." Santana said lowly, her fingers moving slowly at first before picking up to a brutal speed.
Quinn gasped in surprise as she was suddenly filled, her hold on Santana tightening as her girlfriend's fingers pounded into her. She bit her lip in an attempt to hold back her moans but the soft whimpers and pants of approval found their way out anyways.
"S-San, fuck." She whispered, her head lolling back as she felt herself being built up fast and hard.
Santana smirked and took the opportunity to kiss Quinn deeply, the girl's already opened mouth being too inviting to resist. She moved her tongue perfectly against Quinn's as her fingers curled slightly at the end of each hard thrust.
"Santana! Shit. Shit. Shit. San!" Quinn couldn't help but cry out as she felt her walls beginning to clench around the other girl's fingers. "I'm going to…baby, please."
At the pleading tone of Quinn's voice, Santana doubled her efforts, her fingers slamming into the girl, hitting that perfect spot as her thumb came down hard on Quinn's clit and rubbed tight circles.
Quinn's eyes shot open at the combination of Santana's thrusts and thumb on her clit, a strangled moan coming from her lips as she came undone violently. She pulled Santana closer as she let everything go, her heartbeat erratic as she came down from her high.
After having calmed down enough, Santana pulled her fingers out of Quinn and gave the girl a wink before linking her digits clean. Quinn let out a groan and lightly shoved the girl's shoulder, earning a soft laugh.
"You're evil, you know that, Lopez?" Quinn asked breathlessly.
"Oh believe me, baby, I know." Santana said as she unlocked the bathroom door. "Wait a few seconds, and then come out. Try not to look guilty."
Quinn just nodded her head in response, her breathing still a little off. She rolled her eyes as Santana shot her a wink and sauntered out of the bathroom, a small smile on her lips as she fixed her clothes. "Un-fucking believable." Quinn muttered to herself as she shakily ran a hand through her messy hair before walking out of the bathroom and taking her seat next to Santana.
"Don't even say anything." She warned once she noticed the smirk on the brunette's face. "Seriously, Santana, not a word."
Santana merely raised her hands in defense and settled back against her seat. "Why don't you come here, Q? You look a little worn out. Have you been partaking in vigorous activities lately?" She asked sweetly, only to earn a quick slap to the shoulder.
"Santana Lopez, I swear to all that is holy, I will not speak to you for the rest of this trip if you don't shut up." Quinn hissed before resting her head against Santana's shoulder. "I am sleepy though, so if you're done with the ego act, I'd like to take a nap before we land and have to deal with an excited Brittany and Rachel."
Santana's eyes widened slightly and she quickly wrapped her arm around Quinn. "Fuck, they're going to drag us all over the damn place today." She murmured, smiling when Quinn nodded in agreement. "Ah whatever, Britt's like my sister, and I guess Berry has grown on me as well. She treats her good. They're good for each other."
Quinn nodded in agreement and curled closer to Santana, her hand moving to lace with her girlfriend's. After a few minutes, she felt herself nearing sleep; the soothing sound of Santana's breathing making it all that much harder to keep her eyes open. "Love you, San." Quinn whispered before dozing off, not even noticing the sleepy grunt that came from her girlfriend.
O-O-O
"Quinn! Sanny! Wake up! C'mon, we're in New York! Well actually, we're in the plane still, but like, we're in New York! Like the city! Let's go, Rach wants to go visit Broadway and she promised me we'd sneak away from Schue to go see the duckies in Central Park. Santana Lopez, wake up! I don't want to keep Rachel waiting, she's already super excited and so am I!"
Quinn woke up with a start as soon as Brittany called her name out, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to take in everything the bouncing blonde was saying. She looked to her side to find Santana passed out against her seat, snoring lightly. "Britt, relax, let me get her up." Quinn murmured an adoring smile on her face as she saw how excited her friend was.
"Okay, okay, you guys better hurry though, I really want to see the ducks!" Brittany said before walking away to find Rachel.
Quinn nodded her head at Brittany before poking Santana's stomach. "Let's go sleepy, I know you're awake. There's no way in hell you could sleep through that rant." She grinned as Santana mumbled something in response.
After finally getting Santana to function, Quinn led the girl off the plane and to the rest of their friends while they waited for all of their bags. Santana slept for the entire bus ride to their hotel, her head resting on Quinn's shoulder while Brittany and Rachel rattled off their plans for the day.
"Oh and we're totally going to buy pretzels and hot dogs and balloons! And ice cream! Today is going to be awesome." Brittany said excitedly as she dropped hers and Rachel's bags on their hotel room floor. "Rachel said she wouldn't kiss me if I ate a hot dog though. But I promised I would brush my teeth."
"That's absolutely right, Brittany. I refuse to kiss you after you've consumed something so abhorring as a hot dog." Rachel shuddered, earning herself a light slap on the head from Santana, who hadn't really gotten out of her sleep funk yet.
"Berry, shut up, we all know you can't resist Britt. Don't even try to deny it." Santana growled as she collapsed on one of the beds, her head on Quinn's lap.
"Now Santana, I understand that you're tired but that is no reason for you to be so rude!" Rachel reprimanded. "Also, we're going out, so get off that bed!"
Santana sighed heavily and shot Quinn a pleading look. "Whatever, fine. Just please, stop talking."
Quinn snickered lightly and offered Rachel an apologetic look, her hands running through Santana's hair. "She's really bad with being nice after a nap." She said, shaking her head as Santana groaned in response.
After a few more minutes of being lazy and letting Santana get all of her post-nap rudeness out of the way, Quinn gently nudged the girl off her lap. "Come on baby. Let's go while Schue is out doing whatever." She grinned as she sat up and pulled Santana with her, much to the delight of Brittany, who was beginning to get impatient.
Santana couldn't help but grin at her best friend and reached out to give the girl a hug. "Alright Britt-Britt, we won't keep you waiting anymore." She said while Brittany clapped her hands excitedly.
O-O-O
"So where are we heading to first?" Quinn asked as she took Santana's hand, lacing it while the four girls made their way out of the hotel and onto the streets of New York.
"I believe I promised a certain someone we could go see the ducks, so why don't we go to Central Park first? Then we can make our way to Broadway where I, undoubtedly will be looking at a glimpse of my future, and then just wander around for a bit. Perhaps grab something to eat." Rachel offered, a loud squeal sounding from Brittany at the mention of ducks.
"Sounds good to me." Santana said before pressing her lips to Quinn's cheek. "But then again I stopped listening after 'I believe'." She smirked before quickly recoiling at the glares she got from Quinn and Brittany.
"You know, for the record, I really hate when you two team up against me!" Santana whined, gesturing towards the two blondes. "Rachel knows I'm kidding. "
Quinn chuckled lightly and squeezed Santana's hand as they walked into the enormous park. "Britt and I just like to remind you that we're the only ones who can keep you in line, isn't that right, B?"
"Totally right, Q." Brittany agreed before walking over to ruffle Santana's hair. "Awh, Sanny, you can pout all you want, but you can't be mad at me. And be nicer to Rachel." She added seriously before moving to pick up Santana, carrying her bridal style as she ran towards the pond.
"Brittany! Stop! Hey! Knock it off, B. You know I fucking hate when you do this!" Santana protested, her arms wrapped tightly around Brittany's neck. "Quinn, don't just fucking stand there! Help me! Rachel, can you control this little jerk!"
Brittany laughed the entire way, finally dropping Santana as they reached the edge of the pond to go coo at the ducks. "Rach, Q, come here, hurry, they're so adorable!" She cried out as Santana fought to keep her head from spinning.
"Hey no, it's okay, I'll just sit here, I'm not dizzy or anything." Santana called out to practically nobody, her friends and girlfriend too concerned with the ducks swimming around playfully.
Quinn humored Brittany for a bit longer before leaving her friend to relax with Rachel. "Is this spot taken?" She asked before plopping down next to Santana on the ground.
Santana grinned almost shyly at Quinn before pulling her closer, her arms wrapping around the blonde's waist. "It is now." She murmured a smile on her lips as she drew Quinn into her lap.
"So Miss Lopez, are you enjoying your first day in New York?" Quinn asked as she gently traced patterns across Santana's skin, watching as Brittany and Rachel curled up next to each other in front of them.
"I think you know the answer to that." Santana whispered before planting a kiss to Quinn's forehead. "I get to spend three whole days with you and my best friends. Plus we're going to totally win Nationals tomorrow. It's going to be perfect."
Quinn smiled adoringly at Santana and gently flicked her nose. "Hear that, Rachel?" She called out, getting the girl's attention. "Santana said you and Britt are her best friends!"
"I did in fact hear that, Quinn, and I would like to thank you, Santana, for I consider you and Quinn my best friends as well." Rachel called back. "And we're definitely winning Nationals. Not a doubt in my mind."
Santana couldn't help but laugh at the way Brittany cried out happily, the way Rachel considered her a best friend, and the way Quinn fit perfectly against her side. Her heart fluttered and her stomach turned over with happiness, an unbelievable amount of gratitude and love for all three of the girls rushing over her. In that moment, in the comfort and warmth of Quinn's embrace, the sound of Brittany and Rachel's laughter ringing out, lighting up the entire park, Santana felt whole. She felt as though the Santana she was in the beginning of the school year was gone, replaced by a better, more accepting person. And that was the greatest feeling in the world.
Quinn could tell that Santana was losing herself in her thoughts, and gently nudged her head against her girlfriend's shoulder. "Hey, come back to me. What's going on up there?" She asked, poking Santana's forehead gently.
Santana shrugged lightly and pressed her lips against Quinn's. "I just…I don't know, I just realized that I'm happier now than I've ever been in my life." She murmured softly. "I have friends now, Q. Me! I have friends. I'm not the bitch I was earlier in this school year, and I owe it to you. Well I owe it to them too." Santana said as she gestured to Brittany and Rachel, who were now lying in the grass together. "I'm just really thankful. I don't know what I would do without any of you guys. Especially you, Quinn. I love you so much, and these past few months have been perfect. You're perfect." She whispered, her forehead pressing gently against Quinn's.
Quinn swallowed hard at Santana's speech, her hand moving to cup her girlfriend's cheek. "I feel the same way, Santana. You've changed my life; you've made me want to be a better person. And God, S, I got to know Rachel better and it's like I found a long lost sister." She chuckled, shaking her head softly. "No matter what happens at Nationals tomorrow, we have each other. That includes them too. Because I couldn't imagine my life without all of you in it, every single one of you." She whispered before kissing Santana gently. "I love you, Santana."
Santana and Quinn were brought out of their whispered admissions by a pair of giggles in front of them. "Now that was possibly the most adorable thing I've ever seen." Rachel said softly as she stood in front of the girls. "But Brittany and I are rather hungry, and we'd like to get our food digested before you two decide to indulge in public indecency." She continued, Brittany nodding her head along with her girlfriend.
"I could totally go for some pizza. And I'm sure there's some vegan pizza for you, Rach." Brittany grinned, offering her hand to Santana as Rachel helped Quinn up.
"Britt-Britt, you're so lucky I love you guys." Santana groaned as she dusted herself off and flashed Rachel a smile before sticking her tongue out at the smaller girl.
Quinn laughed and rolled her eyes before taking Santana's hand and placing her arm around Rachel's shoulder. "At least you know she loves you now. You can always hold that against her." She reasoned as they made their way to the nearest pizza parlor.
"That's totally true, Rach, she can't even say that she doesn't love you. Santana is a really bad liar." Brittany offered as she sat next to Rachel in the booth after having ordered slices of pizza for everyone and a special vegan one for Rachel.
"Is this pick on Santana day? Did I not get the memo?" Santana asked as she and Quinn took their seats across from their friends.
A resounding "Yes" erupted from the table and Santana bowed her head in defeat. "Alright whatever, let's just eat." She growled before digging into her pizza, earning a laugh from everyone.
O-O-O
As promised, after eating their pizza, the group made their way to check out Broadway, much to Rachel's pleasure. After a few hours of just wandering around, Quinn tugged on Santana's hand, and suggested they head back to the hotel. Santana nodded and informed Brittany and Rachel of the time.
"Today has totally been the best day ever!" Brittany cried out as they walked into the hotel room they were sharing with the other Glee girls.
Santana could only nod in agreement, far too exhausted to talk. She collapsed on the bed and pulled Quinn with her, wrapping her arms around the girl securely.
Quinn watched as Brittany turned off the lights and wandered over to the bed her best friends were in. "Goodnight Quinn." She whispered before kissing the girl's forehead. "Goodnight Sanny." Brittany repeated the action before turning off their bedside lamp. "Love you guys." She murmured.
"Love you too, Britt." Santana whispered sleepily along with Quinn, matching smiles on their lips as Brittany skipped back to her bed and curled into Rachel's side, who was already fast asleep.
Once Santana had finally fallen asleep, Quinn allowed her mind to wander, she thought of her girlfriend, Brittany, Rachel, the entire glee club. She smiled happily as she felt herself nearing closer to sleep, her hands running over Santana's back. Quinn's heart clenched as she recalled what Santana had said earlier, about finally being happy and she knew, in the arms of the caring, wonderful, girl that was holding her, that she too had also found happiness. With that final thought, Quinn quickly pressed her lips to Santana's and drifted off to sleep, ready to take on the fierce competition that came with being on the Nationals stage