Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, but if I did this is how I'd write it.

A/N: Fic starts up right after Quinn and Santana slap each other in the choir room and yes, this is from the Piano's pov.

Piano's Point-of-View

The Piano's keys dropped in astonishment. With It being the only thing standing between the just-slapped womens' path to destroying each other, it knew the chances of survival were slim. It still hadn't forgotten that their joint efforts had resulted in a previous purple piano's pyre. It looked to the door quickly, maybe the peace-loving blonde would come in and stop the violence? It continued to look at the door but realized it had closed, meaning the simple blonde would be unable to operate it. Well, at least It had led a full and music filled life. Before the Piano was able to start kissing It's strings goodbye, more venomous words were exchanged between the heated females.

"I gotta hand it to you, Fabray, you always were a genius slapper. But I know for a fact that you've got nothing more to back it up. If I was in a less generous mood your bloody carcass would be smeared on this piano. Lucky for you, I've had an epiphany. I've finally figured you out." Santana curled her plumpaliscious lips in a smirk and slowly circle around Me, trailing her fingers atop my surface.

Quinn blinked incredulously and laughed. "Haha! And what exactly do you 'think' you figured out about me? Please keep in mind that this is the longest conversation we've had in almost two years. Go on and enlighten me, O Self-Absorbed One." Her hazel eyes hardened as she crossed her arms, Santana was now arms length away.

"You're right about one thing, the whole 'projecting' from your old school pipe smoking, butter churning, flabby Amish boyfriend. It's not me projecting though, it's you. You are the one who wants me to be jealous of you. Why else, of all times or people to tell of your new big daddy, would you tell me?"

"That is ridiculous! I'm not going to stand around listening to your kind of crazy." Quinn interrupts and has turned her heels towards the door. Santana is right behind her though and grabs her arm and spins her around so they are face to face again.

"No Quinn, you ARE going to listen cuz it's the truth."

"Since you currently out power me I will humour you for another minute so just get to the point of your outrageous theory. Do I yearn for my father's approval so I date an older man? Was my mother always saying I wasn't as pretty or perfect as my sister so I want other woman to be jealous of me like I am of Fran? Tell me Santana, tell me what you have figured out about me that I don't already know."

Santana's hand is still on Quinn's arm, probably making sure she doesn't try leaving again. If I had ears, I'd be stretching them, not wanting to miss what is being said now that they are farther away. I am both saddened and happy over that fact.

"All of that is obviously and painfully true, but that's too easy. Anyone with eyes knowing where to look could figure that you've got problems. You're like Shrek though, an onion with many layers and many secrets. There's more to you than that. It's in your eyes though, they give you away. Just like the 'quiver of my upper lip' gives me away to you."

"Omg, I was not hitting on you."

"Just admit it, you're lonely in Yale and all your success is hollow with no real friends. You got out of here, great! But now you have no one to share in your glory. I know that in the past couple years we've been horrible or just plain absent from each other's lives but do you remember before that? When we didn't steal each other's boyfriends or spots on the pyramid, do you remember?" The blonde's eyes were trained on the floor so Santana used her hand to move Quinn's chin up. "Do you remember us being actual best friends?"

"...yes. What happened to us?"

"Besides Coach Sue? ...it was Brittany." Are those tears? Sweet baby Jesus, the Ice Queen can actually cry. It was heartbreaking as it was horrifying. "Look Q, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I basically forgot that you were my first best friend when Britt joined us. I'm sorry and regret so much of the time I've lost and wasted. I know I don't deserve it but could you forgive me? You know I'm sincere, you know this is only the third time in my life I've apologized for anything. So what do you say? Can we start over?"

Tears slowly trickled down from hazel eyes, the girls had unconsciously moved closer into their own little bubble of space. Quinn had yet to answer and it was visibly starting to worry the Latina.

"Quinn? I've missed you like crazy and I know you miss me too. I've been so stubborn about this and stupid so-"

"Yes, you ARE stupid San!" Quinn cries out.

"What?!"

"Yes, I miss how we were, I miss US. You were so close I thought you actually DID figure it out but still you think it's because I've missed our FRIENDSHIP? God, how could you see so much yet be so blind?"

"Ok, I'm totally confused now. What?!" My thoughts exactly.

"San, shut up!" Then the white girl grabbed the mocha one and kissed her. Sha la la la la la don't be scared, go on and kiss the girl. My thoughts automatically went to the Little Mermaid, where's Brad when you need him? Santana at first had her eyes open and frantic but then closed them tightly and now seemed thoroughly enjoying the ravishing set upon her. Satan got so involved in it that she bit Quinn's bottom lip, forcing a growl from said lips. In response, Quinn pushes the other girl back onto My bench and proceeds to straddle her lap. Santana happily obliges and grabs onto the blonde's ass, to secure her of course.

The heat and passion rolling off these two is blistering. Tongues and lips are everywhere and exactly where they need to be. Then Quinn slows down the tempo to a seductive pace and I feel a certain wetness coming from the Latina. The Seductress then trails her lips sensually from mouth to jaw line. Peppering that area with light, wet kisses she moves to a mocha neck. Boldly, she licks from collarbone to the back of an ear then sucks on the other woman earlobe. Santana makes a sexy sigh and I feel her start to quiver. "Quinn..."

"Santana, I've been wanting to do this for longer than I can admit. I've always wanted you but have never been able to accept it. You know how I was raised, you know almost everything about me, so you must know how hard all of high school has been for me. I'm sorry too. Sorry for not having the courage before to just tell you, even if it resulted in nothing since you fell in love with Brittany, but at least so much pain could have been avoided. I'm also sorry that I can't start over with you. I know now that your friendship will never be enough for me. I want all of you or nothing at all. It's not fair to you that I don't want to be out of the closet either, I'm just not ready yet. San I-"

"What are you guys doing?" WTF! The dancer picked NOW to come into the room? Where was she ten minutes ago?

"Nothing Britts, don't worry. I was just hugging San goodbye." With that she jumps off the dark haired one and embraces the other blonde as well. " I'm going to miss you Britt but I need to get going, have a flight to catch in the morning." One more wave and a lingering look is all she left Santana with...besides a pair of soiled underwear.

A/N: And so concludes my one-shot of Quintana, unless you guys want more?