Never Stop. Chapter 1.

It was another typical afternoon of May in New York City. Well, in fact it wasn't just another tipycal afternoon, it was Glee Club family meeting and Rachel's huge apartment was full with life, the glee clubbers bouncing around, the music playing and a bunch of kids running and screaming excitedly. They were celebrating that that same day but ten years ago they had won a National Show Choir Championship. It was all Rachel's idea and there they were, couples and kids included, all in the diva's apartment just across Central Park, eating and talking and having a good time together.

Everyone was excited to be there except maybe for Rachel, who was a little over stressed.

"Santana, please look what Matthew is doing, do me the favor" Rachel said to her as soon as Santana stepped into the enormous kitchen begging for a break from all those kids. The petite diva was taking some food out of her big fridge while keeping an eye on the oven and hearing closely to the noises coming from the living room. Despite her friend's request Santana took a seat at the counter and sighed. She had came early to help Rachel and the diva had made her clean, set up the table, do some shopping and look after her little godson all morning. She was already tired and most of her friends wasn't even there yet. Don't misunderstand her, Santana was happy to be there but Rachel had a lot of money, why didn't she just have a maid or something?

"I'm sure he's fine Rach" the Latina said pouring herself a glass of orange juice "I'm exhausted and this thing didn't even start yet".

"I'm sure I just heard him scream" Rachel said looking at her, completely ignoring her comment.

"He did" Rachel looked a little freak out so Santana explained herself "because he keeps playing with Britt's boys like he's not so much smaller than them".

"They're going to kill him one day, I know it".

"They're not. I mean, they're Britt's kids, so that is kind of impossible".

Rachel sighed and checked the pizzas she had on the oven. The bell rang and a minute later Puck entered the kitchen with a bottle of an expensive wine and that ridiculous huge smile of his that always had had the girls falling for him.

"I knew I loved you because of something" Santana said as the man said hello to them. Puck laughed and sat beside her.

"Puck!" a beautiful young blonde run over him and hugged him before he had the chance to see her coming.

"Hey kiddo!" he said happily. Beth was so grown up, all a teenager in fact. Santana looked at her while the girl fighted playfully with her biological father over something. She was like a young Quinn: blonde, pale, with big bright hazel eyes and perfect teeth. But she certainly had her father's actitudes: she loved sports, running, climbing trees, skipping classes (even if she had her mother's intelligence). Shelby had a rough time with her sometimes but deep down she was a good girl so they get along well. They were living one floor above Rachel's so Beth was a constant factor in the diva's life.

"I didn't see you when I got here" Puck said.

"That's because I'm trying to stay out of Tana's way. She gets kind of moody when all the kids are here".

"You're such a smart girl" Santana said with a wink and Beth laughed Quinn's belly laugh. Santana shake the thoughts of the former cheerleader out of her head and smiled "You're so my favourite person in this crappy party".

She didn't really think that the party was crappy but hey, she was Santana after all, she had an image to maintain even if she was so much softer than she used to be during high school.

"Hey!" Rachel said offended and she was going to add something else but a boy's yell followed by a big noise caught her attention. She looked at Santana and the Latina get up of her chair with a groan.

"I'm going, I'm going, Geez woman!"

She didn't make it to the door though because Kurt was coming in with a little brunette boy in his arms. He was five years old, the same age as Britt's twins, but he was pretty small for someone his age, which Santana thought it was obvious because he was Rachel's kid, what were they expecting? Santana smiled pleased when she saw her godson was okay and got back to her seat.

"I think this belong to you" Kurt said putting the boy on the floor and looking at Rachel. The boy was pouting and was avoiding his mom's eyes.

"Matt, sweetheart, what happened?"

"I may have broken your favourite vase" he said in that little voice of his looking at the ground. Santana looked at her friend, amused. She knew Rachel was trying not to kill his own son even if that vase (big, with awful flowers drawn all over it) meant a lot to her. Something about being a gift from God knew whom after her Broadway debut or something like that.

"Boy, you're so screw…" Puck mumbled and Santana fought the urge to laugh. Beth punched her father on the arm and looked at her older kind-of-sister. Rachel inhaled deeply before speaking.

"That's ok, just… stop running, could you? And don't go near the broken vase until I clean it up".

"Aunt Britt is cleaning it up for you" Matt said still not looking at her mum. Rachel nodded.

"Come here" she opened her arms and her son went for a hug.

"I'm sorry mum".

"I know you are babe" Rachel released his son and the kid looked at Beth.

"You wanna play hide and seek with us?"

Beth bit her lower lip nervously.

"Sorry Matt, she's talking with the growns up here" Santana said winking at the blonde. Beth smiled thankfully at her and Matt nodded before he run to the living room to continued playing with his friends (don't run!). Rachel sat besides Puck

"I wish he was into singing and not into races" she sighed frustrated.

"I think he heard you sang so many songs while he was in your belly that she just gave that option up" Santana said and Kurt chuckled.

"I hate you. Both of you" the diva pointed.

"No, you don't" Santana stated and got up to go talk to Tina and Mike for a while. The asian couple was waiting their second baby and she had to bother Tina about being as big as an asian car.

...

Junior Year

Saying Santana was mad was an understatement. A huge understatement. She was furious, like really furious. Coach Sylvester had put her at the bottom of the cheerleading pyramid because she found out about her surgery (She had said something about loving herself and crap like that, whatever. She loved herself more now, so what was the big deal anyways?). She was going to kill Quinn! Nobody knew about it except from her two blonde friends and she had told Britt that something really bad was going to happen if she told anyone, so it couldn't have been her. That only left Quinn. She should have known better, that was the head bitch of the school they were talking about. Aaaaaaaaaaaag! She was going to kill her.

Santana found Quinn in a hallway, adjusting her new Cheerio's uniform, and run over her.

"You did this to me!" Santana yelled pushing the blonde against the lockers "You told Coach Sylvester about my summer surgery!"

"You have a surgery when you get your appendix out. You got a BOOB job" Quinn replied loudly with malice in her voice. A bunch of people gathered around them but neither of them cared.

"Yup, sure did".

Santana slapped Quinn with all her force. It felt so good she immediately wanted to slap her again but it wasn't going to happen 'cause Quinn surely was defending herself.

"You can't hit me!"

"Oh, sure I can. Unless you got yourself knocked up again" Santana knew she had made a point when she saw Quinn's face and couldn't help but let a comment slipped "Slut".

Maybe she went too far. Quinn slammed her against a locker with fierce force. Somewhere near them she saw Brittany looking at them.

"Stop the violence" the taller blonde pleaded but neither of them was planning on doing that. Qinn was pulling her hair, trying to free herself from Santana, while Santana was trying to slam her again. Bitch. She had just managed to push her to the floor when Mr. Shue came up out of the blue and held Quinn and Santana apart.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! What is this? What happened to being a family?"

Santana smirked.

"Oh, please! She has a family, she's a MOTHER!"

Just for one second Santana was glad Mr. Shue was keeping them apart because Quinn seemed like she was going to kill her. To really kill her.

"Walk away and tighten up your pony before you get to class!" the blonde yelled at her while Santana walked away. She had had enough.

Coach Sylvester found her again that day outside her AP Biology class; Quinn was following their coach, madness and annoyance written all over her face.

"You two, follow me, now" Sue said calmy and it was all Santana need to understand that they were in trouble. Big trouble. She didn't even try to justify herself and just followed the coach without a word trying her best to looked calm. The kids get out of their way quickly trying desperately to keep themselves far away from the coach and the two cheerleaders.

Both girls stopped in their tracks when Sue stand in front of a brown door that was definitely not her office door.

"I'm so tired of the both of you" Sue said calmly "So or you figured out your issues or you are both out of the Cheerios. Did you hear me?"

Both girls nodded.

"I said: DID YOU HEAR ME?"

"Yes couch!"

"Ok" Sue said satisfied "Now come in" and she opened the door.

"What..?!" Santana asked confused.

"Oh no coach, please, we'll talk, I promiss" Quinn begged, her eyes suddenly wide open. Santana looked at her; she herself was furious (with the coach, with Quinn, with everybody that looked at her) but the blonde looked...terrified.

"Don't care. Walk in. Now".

Santana huffed and did as she was told followed by and scared Quinn, and then the door was closed behind them. They heard the sound of the key and then the weak sound of the bell signaling the beginning of the period. Seemed like she was missing Biology that day.

Santana took a second to look around her. It was a janitor's closet; there were some shelves with bottles and stuff in one wall and a lot of buckets and brushes all over the tiny space. It was a crappy place and she wished she had her phone with her but the lights were on so at least they weren't in the dark.

"Thanks a lot Fabray" Santana said pissed of. She made herself as comfortable as she could, with her back against one of the empty walls and crossed her arms over her chest -Thanks a lot.

When Quinn didn't answer she looked at her. Quinn was breathing heavily and was a second away from tears. And then she remembered.

Quinn was a claustrophobic.

"Q.." Santana said tentatively, trying not to scare the already scared girl "Q, are you ok?"

"I'm… get me out of here S" Quinn begged and it kind of broke Santana's heart.

"I can't...- she said quietly".

"I...can't...breath. This place...so small…"

Santana didn't know what to do. She knew Quinn was claustrophobic because Judy had told her one day over dinner (when she was little she didn't play hide and seek because she was so afraid of little places) but she had never been with her when she had had an attack, so she was clueless on what to do.

"Hey Quinn, calm down, I'm here with you" she said giving her friend a little smile but Quinn wasn't looking at her. She didn't seem to be breathing either and Santana felt the urgent need to help the blonde "Come on, come here" she said extending her hand for Quinn to grab it. When Quinn took it she pull slightly and Quinn catched the sign, so she taked the two steps to Latina and stand awkwardly in front of her. Santana opened her arms without letting Quinn's hand go and the blonde leaned against her.

"So…" Santana began "You're afraid of tiny closed spaces, right?"

Quinn nodded against her.

"So if you don't get to see that the place is small, you're ok?"

"It's not that simple" Quinn grumbled, shaking a little and doing her best not to start yelling to let her out.

"Can we at least try my idea? It's not like we have so many options here…" Santana protested and when she felt Quinn nodding again she continued "Close your eyes and don't freak out, 'key? I'm here with you".

She reached for the light switcher and turned it off. She knew that Quinn was crying even if the blonde was trying her best not to make a sound, so she started running circles on Quinn's back with her free hand and humming a song.

This is my love song to you

Let every woman know I'm yours

So you can fall asleep each night babe

And know I'm dreaming of you more

You're always hoping that we make it

You always wanna keep my gaze

Well you're the only one I see

And that's the one thing that won't change

"That's a crappy song" Quinn said before Santana could reach the chorus.

"Well, thank you" Santana said a little pissed of. Quinn chuckled and hold her a little tighter. The Latina inhaled deeply before speaking again. Quinn's hair smelled like vanilla "I'm sorry for always being at your throat. You're so damn annoying sometimes, always trying to be at the top of everything…"

"Well, thank you for the compliment" Quinn interrupted her.

"You didn't let me finish... BUT I prefer it that way. I mean, I prefer it's you who I'm competing with because you always push me a step further, even if you get to my nerves. And because I know that at the end of the day you're still kind of my friend and I still care about you" she finished.

Quinn stayed quiet for a couple of seconds and when Santana felt her breathing calm down she thought that she had done a good job comforting her friend.

"I'm also glad it's you and not anybody else who's at my throat all the time".

They stayed silent for a minute before Santana talked again.

"And I'm sorry I wasn't around when all the baby issue happened. I was such a lousy friend".

"It's ok" Quinn said almost in a whisper "I know you don't know how to deal with emotions and I was just an emotional mess back then. And I wasn't all alone…"

"I know but I should had been there anyways. You can count with me from now on…"

"Thanks S..."

"Now, I will have to kill you if you repeat anything of what I've just said" Santana said suddenly serious -Not personal.

"Yeah, I know, you're a bitch" Quinn stated "Not personal either".

"Damn right I am".

They fell into a comfortable silence before Santana resumed her humming where she had left it. She had already sang like ten songs by the time they heard the door unlocked.

"What the hell?" Sue Sylvester asked when she opened the door and found the light turned off "You're unbelievable, I let you locked up alone for a couple of hours and you ended up making out in a janitor's closet. Get out of here, you're disgusting".

Neither of them complained about the accusation and just walked out, each one her own way, not looking back.

...

They ate pizzas and drank wine (well, Santana and Puck drank wine) even if it was three in the afternoon. Santana was a little more quiet than usual so she was ok just listening to her friends and laughing at the kids jokes. They were all sitting around the gigantic table and the noise in the room was making Santana's head explode. There were Tina and Mike with their son Mike Jr. (Santana just didn't understood why people called their kids after themselves) who was four and was already an amazing dancer. Next to them were Brittany and her blonde husband Andrew, who was an elementary school teacher, and their three cute kids: the two twin boys, Harry and Tom, who were five, and their younger sister Lisa, who was two and Santana's goddaughter. Santana simply loved that little girl and already knew that what Lisa would ask for, Lisa would get from her. Rachel and Matthew were next to Santana; John, Rachel's husband, was a Broadway producer and was abroad for business. Then there were Puck and Beth and Artie, who was dating some model he didn't bring with him for some reason. Kurt was sitting next to his husband Don, a well-known painter. Blaine was on tour with his band, Finn and Sam were stuck at a military camp somewhere in Nevada and Mercedes was filming a movie in Chicago so she couldn't make it either, though she did call them and spoke in the speaker for like an hour. She wasn't married but she was dating a totally hot guy (Santana's words, not Mercedes') who was a casting director.

Santana turned to her left when a warm hand touched her arm.

"Are you ok hun?" Sally asked looking at her with concern. She was Santana's girlfriend, had been for the last two years. Sally was a little shorter than Santana, red-headed and had a freckled nose that Santana simply found adorable. She was a fashion designer and Santana had met her at a fashion show two winters ago. Santana smiled lightly at her and nodded.

"I am" she said even if wasn't sure she was. She was thinking about Quinn; nobody knew about her since she had left New York four years ago. Sally looked into her eyes and Santana knew she didn't completely believe her.

"You sure?"

"I'm fine babe, really" she took Sally's little hand and kissed it "But I'm going to need a four hours nap after this madness".

Sally chuckled and Santana smiled although she was internally cursing herself for thinking about the blonde even after all those years.

"I think I can distract Rach so you can sneak to the guest room after we leave the table" Sally said to her.

"You're the best".

Sally smiled into the kiss Santana gave her.

But in the end Santana didn't go to bed after the meal. Instead she sat with her friends in the huge living room and watched old tapes of their performances. Sally was on the couch with Rachel and Brittany; Santana was sitting on the floor between her girlfriend's legs with Lisa on her lap. They all laughed and cried a little (not that Santana was going to admit that) watching them all perform Edge of Glory and Paradise By The Dashboard Light and they applauded all over again when they heard the judges saying that they were the national champions 2012. It felt like it was ages ago; it kind of was. They were all different people now, somehow better versions of their old selves. Except for Rachel, Santana thought; she was as annoying and talkative as always or maybe worse, if that was even possible.

"I was so happy when Mercedes told Quinn and I that we were doing Edge of Glory with you guys" Tina said with dreamy eyes. Brittany said something about hot chicks and great songs matching perfectly together but Santana wasn't really hearing. She was absently playing with Lisa's hair, her eyes fixed on the ex cheerleader singing and dancing on the stage, smiling happily. Where would she be? God, she missed her so, so, so much sometimes. Next to her, Beth moved uneasily.

"You look like her" Santana said to the girl so softly that only Beth could hear her "I bet that you're the prettiest girl at school".

Beth looked at her with the perfect Quinn's smile on her lips.

"You sound like Puck" Santana laughed a little at the comment "You miss her, don't you Tana?" Santana nodded quietly and Beth's hazel eyes darkened with something that looked a lot like sadness "Yeah, me too".

The Latina hugged the blonde with one arm and kissed her hair.

"I'm sure she misses you too".

After everybody left Santana and Sally helped Rachel cleaning the mess. By the time they finished was already midnight so Rachel told them to stay the night and the women accepted the offer. The next day was Sunday so it wasn't like they had to go to work anyways.

It was around six in the morning when Santana woke up with an unbearable headache. She hadn't drunk that much, not really; it was more like the headache that always chased her whenever she thought too much about certain blonde. Trying her best to not wake her up, she unwrapped her arm from Sally's waist and got out of bed.

"Hun?" Sally asked with sleepy voice.

"I'm sorry I woke you up babe. I just need a glass of water and I'm back in bed".

Sally nodded and went back to sleep and Santana tiptoed to the kitchen. She didn't want to wake up Rach and Matt too. She was pouring herself a glass of water when she heard the bell rang. Santana decided to ignore it but it rang a second time. What the hell? She was going to kill the idiot outside the door but then she heard soft steps and the door opening.

"Oh my God!" she heard Rachel's sleepy but excited voice. Santana was going to see what was happening when she heard the rest of Rachel's phrase "Oh my God Quinn, it's so good to finally see you!"

Santana froze in her tracks. She couldn't move, her brain was sending contradictory signs to her legs. She wanted to see the blonde so badly, she wanted to fulfilled her eyes with her presence, but at the same time she was so damn scared and angry and sad. She inhaled deeply trying to calm herself down and listened to her two friends. She felt a pang of guilt 'cause she wasn't supposed to hear any of that but she decided to ignore it. When it came to Quinn and her everything was fuckingly wrong so...

"Quinn, where've you been? And what are you doing here six in the morning? You missed the party! Everybody asked for you but I didn't know what to say because you hadn't answered my email" Rachel said without a pause.

"I'm sorry Rach" Quinn whispered shyly.

And that was when it hit her. That voice. Four years since the last time that voice said something to her, Santana had missed it so badly. It still sounded beautiful but something in it was a bit different, more tired and raspier. Santana noticed she was holding her breath and forced herself to breathe again.

"What happened Quinn?"

Santana heard Quinn sighed.

"I came to the party. I mean…. I wake up yesterday and I missed you all so much so I made myself drive all the way back here. But then I couldn't do it. I walked your block a hundred times and after two hours of not knowing what to do I drove back to my hotel room".

"Oh Quinn" there was a pause and Santana guessed that Rachel was hugging the blonde.

"I wish I could come but I didn't find the courage. I couldn't face them... I feel so stupid" the last words were just a whisper and Santana almost missed them.

Quinn didn't said a word, neither did Rachel, but Santana heard the door closing and soft steps on the carpet.

"Beth lives in this same building now Quinn, I'm glad it's six in the morning because it's not like you could just run into her. And she is here at my place…" Santana's heart skipped a beat "Quinn, you have to tell her you're in town. She needs to see you and see that you're ok. She doesn't say it but she's so worried about you…"

"I don't know what I was thinking" Quinn said suddenly with somehow a metallic voice "I have to go".

"Quinn don't…" Rachel protested but the sound of the door opening and closing again told Santana that the blonde was already gone. A second later the petite brunette entered the kitchen looking frustrated. Her eyes grew wider when she realized Santana was there.

"She run away again" Santana said bitterly and went back to the guest room.

...

Senior Year

Santana couldn't believe what she was seeing. She felt so numb and...helpless. What was she going to do? They didn't understand, nobody did. She was supposed to be the perfect bitch, she couldn't be vulnerable, she couldn't break but she felt like the world was collapsing under her feet. She looked at Coach Sylvester and at the men in the office and then at the tv and she just couldn't believe it. She had been outed in national television and... What was she going to do?

"I haven't told my parents yet" she said at the edge of tears before running away. She didn't know where she was going, she just needed space to breath. She run through the desert corridors until she found an empty classroom. She entered and didn't bother turning the lights on. She just sat on the floor next to the door, her knees against her chest, and cried her heart out. She vaguely heard the bell indicating the end of the period but she just stayed there, wishing she never had to get out. She couldn't face the nosy kids, her parents, the neighbours, not even Brittany. She wouldn't understand, she wouldn't see why being out that way was so fucking wrong.

She didn't know how long she had been there when she saw by the corner of her eyes that someone sneak inside the classroom.

"Get out of here" she spat out without turning to see who the intruder was.

"S, are you ok?" Quinn soft voice asked her.

Santana turned to the other side so Quinn couldn't see her face.

"Get out of here Fabray" she intended to sound angry but she just sounded broken and small. The blonde walked up to her and kneeled at her side. She put a gentle hand on her bare shoulder and Santana couldn't help but face her gaze. She was staring at her with concerned eyes.

"What happened?" the blonde asked quietly, stroking her arm sweetly -Mr. Shue seemed worry about you skipping glee club today.

Santana couldn't answer, she didn't find the words. So Quinn just held her tight and let her cry until the Latina calmed herself and found the courage to go back home. Santana didn't said a word and Quinn didn't ask, and the Latina was thankful for that.

Quinn drove her to her house. They were silent all way long because Santana didn't really want to talk (not that she found her voice either) and Quinn knew better to push her friend to do it. Santana's phone rang several times (Brittany, Mr. Shue, her mom, Britt again, Finn, Britt a third time) but the Latina didn't answer and eventually just turned it off.

"You know you can talk to me if you feel like it, right?" Quinn asked before Santana get out of the car. The Latina just nodded and stayed there by the car door trying to make up her mind until she finally spoke.

"Could you come inside with me?" the brunette asked so softly that her friend almost missed it.

Quinn didn't answer but turned off the engine and get out as well.

"Santana, hija, ¿estás bien?" Maribel asked her in Spanish as soon as they entered the house.

"Estoy bien mamá" Santana asked quickly without looking at her, rushing to the stairs and up to her room "If someone calls or comes looking for me, don't call me".

"But Britt…"

"No".

Maribel sighed and Quinn gave her a sympathetic looked before following her friend upstairs.

Santana throw herself in her bed and hugged her pillow. Her eyes were red and puffy and she felt like her head could explode any time. Quinn sat carefully next to her and stroke her back.

"S, please talk to me, I'm clueless here…"

Between sobs Santana tried to explain what had happened with Coach Sylvester campaign and the tv ad.

"I'm so scared Quinn" she managed to say at the end. She felt like she didn't have any more tears left; her throat felt dry and her eyes burned "I… I don't know what to do".

Quinn laid beside her. They were facing each other, their faces and their bodies just inches apart. Santana could feel Quinn's breathing on her cheeks; the blonde was breathing slowly and somehow that was calming Santana's heart. They stayed like that staring at each other's eyes for what seem like ages until Quinn finally spoked in a whisper.

"You know I don't mind that you're a lesbian, right?" Santana tensed up at that word but she nodded anyway "And that everyone in the glee club will be okay with it. Kurt's been gay since forever and everyone like him. Well, at least we like him most of the time" Quinn joked trying to light the mood and it worked because a tiny smiled formed on Santana's lips "What I want to say is that you're gonna be okay. Everything is gonna be okay".

Santana inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. She felt a pair of slim arms wrapped around her and only then she really felt like maybe she would be all right.

...

It was quarter past one when Santana finally woke up. She was alone in Rachel's guest room and the spot next to her was already cold; she heard voices coming from the dining room and she guessed that Rach, Matt and Sally must have been having lunch. When she heard a belly laugh she paralyzed a second until she realized it must have been Beth and not Quinn.

Grumbling she got out of bed and made herself presentable before heading to the dining room.

"Hey girls...and Matt" the boy smiled wide at her.

"Hey sleepy beauty" Sally said with a big smile in her face "I'm sorry I didn't wake you up but you seemed tired".

"It's ok" she said sitting next to her girlfriend and kissing her in the cheek.

Rachel gave her a concerned look but Santana didn't meet her eyes. After all the years they had spent living together Rachel was pretty good at reading her and Santana didn't feel in the mood for a lecture about moving on and crap like that.

After lunch Sally invited Santana to her place but she made up an excuse and went home alone. It was cold outside but she barely felt it. She couldn't stop thinking about Quinn. Did she look the same as four years ago? Were her eyes brighter than the last time she had seen them or were they as dark as that night? Did she look as tired as she sounded?

Without thinking it a second time she took her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans and sent Rachel a text message. The diva had tried to talk to her but she had sneaked away.

"How is she?" was all she wrote.

"Sad"

Santana sighed. She had to see her.

...

Senior Year

They were at their Prom counting the votes as Brittany had told them to do. Well, in fact they were modifying the actual results, giving the Queen's title to no one but Rachel Berry. They didn't know what had got into them; maybe they were just boring.

"I just wish…" Quinn began to say after putting Rachel's name inside the envelop and Santana turned to face her "I wish I had something like you and Britt have, something like the thing between Rachel and Finn, or Tina and Mike…"

"You didn't just compare us with the dwarf and Frankenteen" Santana said faking disgust.

"You know what I mean…" Santana nodded and Quinn sighed "I feel like I don't deserve to be loved, you know? Or like nobody will dare to love me…"

Santana rolled her eyes.

"First of all, you're kind of pathetic right now. It doesn't suit you" Santana said matter-of-factly and Quinn quirked an eyebrow "And second of all, somebody will love you sooner or later. You just have to stop being so fucking selfish and self-centered".

"But you're all those things too" Quinn protested.

"Listen girl, if you asked for my opinion you don't have the right to protest if you don't like it. Geez, you're impossible".

"Ok, ok, I get it. But you are selfish and self-centered" Quinn pointed out. Santana fought the urge to drop some harsh words and rolled her eyes instead. The blonde was impossible. She tried a different approach.

"Yes I am, but I'm different with Britt, I've always been. She can have the last breadstick when we go out and she can pick the movie even if I hate those Disney films she loves so much. Those are things that I just have to do and it's all right" she said, hating herself for sounding so whipped.

"You don't hate Disney movies".

"Totally not the point. All I'm saying is that when you love someone you have to give up on some things. Otherwise, it won't work out".

Quinn sighed again and Santana punched her lightly on her arm.

"You'll find the one".

"Ok, now I do feel pathetic".

Santana laughed and walked to the gym followed by the blonde in weelchair.