Author's Note: I'm so sorry for not updating for sooo long! Since season 3 of Glee ended, I kinda lost inspiration to continue writing this cuz' I stopped watching the show. :(

But, I will try my best to update and finish this story. I mean, even if I stopped watching the show and all, I still love Quinntana hehe~ :)


After we finished our morning jog, I walked Quinn back to her house. My mind kept on drifting back to my earlier revelation, and I'm pretty sure she had just been refraining to ask me what's wrong because I know for sure that she has noticed me acting weirdly since this morning.


"Huh?" I turned to look at her general direction because I was too scared of making direct eye contact with her.

"We already passed my house," she said with a pout, "You've been acting really weird since earlier. What's wrong?"

I looked back and her house was indeed about two blocks behind us. I must've been thinking too much for me not to notice that we already walked by her house.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm not acting weird. Everything's fine. Everything's definitely fine," I said quickly when I remembered that she was waiting for an answer, still looking over her shoulder at something behind her because if I look into her hazel eyes, I might get lost in it.

"See? You can't even look at me!"

"I am looking at you!" I said in defense.

"No, you're not. You're looking at that…" she glanced behind her and looked at me again, pointing at the back, "You're looking at that damn tree behind me."

"I wasn't!"

"Yes, you were!"

"No, I wasn't" I huffed, and in a much softer voice so that she wouldn't hear me, I added, "I wasn't looking at the stupid tree. I was looking at the shrub beside it."

"Santana," she said in a warning tone.

"Yes?" I replied innocently.

"Tell me what's wrong," she said in her authoritative voice.

"N-nothing," I gulped, taking a step backwards when she took a step towards me.

"Tell. Me," she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest, making her seem more intimidating. Not that I'm intimidated by her, but she looked hot when she's being bossy so I found my resolve wavering anyway.

I sighed in defeat, and I glared at her when she smirked at me in victory.

"You see," I started, pausing dramatically, but the truth was, I was only doing it to stall so that I could think up of some lie. Hello! I can't tell Quinn that the reason why I've been distracted since this morning was because I realized that I liked her! And because she looked hot when she's sweaty and panting for breath…I shook away those inappropriate thoughts. Anyway, she's going to freak if she finds out that I like her and that I'm eye raping her.

She raised an eyebrow at me impatiently, urging me to continue, and I realized that I've been silent for too long.

"It's because I'm worried about you," I said finally.

She looked at me disbelievingly, and she asked me slowly, as if she was making sure she heard me right, "You're worried…about me?"

"Yes," I responded simply.

She stared at me for a few moments and realizing that I wasn't going to say anything else, she asked, "Care to tell me why?"

"Well, Matt's going away party is tonight, and I was just worried about you, because you know, the last party you went to didn't exactly go well…for you," I said carefully so that I wouldn't offend her or whatever. I wasn't entirely lying when I said that, because I really was concerned. However, she doesn't need to know the real reason as to why I've been out of it the entire morning.

She didn't look entirely convinced, but she nonetheless accepted my answer. She smiled at me, causing my breath to once again hitch in my throat, which has been happening a lot lately when I'm with her.

"Thanks," she said, pulling me into a hug.

Oh mah Gahhh.

This. Is. Heaven.

I can't even form a coherent thought!

Wow, she smells nice. And, she's so warm. And her boobs are soft…


Santana smells nice, and her body fits perfectly with mine. I just want to hug her forever.

We slowly pulled apart, making me inwardly groan in disappointment.

"You need a ride to the party later?" she asked me as we started walking balk to my house.

"Yeah. Pick me up at 7?"


We stopped in front of my house, and I looked at her while she just looked at everything except me. I can't help but be worried about her. She's been acting really jumpy and jittery since this morning. I don't want to pry though, and I'm sure she'll tell me when she's ready, so I'll let it go for now.

She awkwardly pointed to the street and said, "So, I guess I better get going."

"Do you want to stay for lunch?" I shyly asked her. I don't know why, but I feel like something just changed between us.

"No, it's okay. I got to go home and get ready."

"You still have, like, 6 hours to get ready," I said dryly.

"I gotz to look hotz," she said with a wave of her hand, "We can have lunch together next time, okay?"

"Yeah yeah," I said, masking my disappointment as she started walking away.

"See you tonight!" she called out, turning back to wink at me.

I blushed and shook my head at her. I watched her walk away, and I quickly entered my house when my eyes started to drift down to body parts that friends shouldn't stare at. Wait, sometimes friends stare at each others' ass just to compare...or admire. What they don't do, however, is lust after said friend's ass.

I headed up to my room and raid through my closet to look for something to wear. I needed to find something that would impress Santana.

I stopped searching when I realized that in my excitement, I have totally forgotten to take a shower and eat some lunch. After I finished doing so, I immediately resumed looking through my closet.

After around an hour of trying on different clothes to wear for tonight, I finally found the perfect outfit. I smirked at my refection in the mirror.

'Santana Lopez, prepare to be blown away.'


When I got home, I immediately headed straight to the washroom to take a quick shower. After that, I grabbed something to eat and headed to my room to look for something to wear.

I know that I looked hot in everything, but I wanted to look especially hot tonight for Quinn. Hey! There's nothing wrong with trying to look hot for her, okay?

I usually dress to impress, but tonight, I'm going to look gorgeous to seduce...that rhyme sucked.

After going through the clothes in my closet, I finally found something to wear that would totally capture Quinn's attention.

I checked myself out in the mirror, and I looked so hot that I wanted to make out with myself.

"Quinn Fabray, get ready to feel the heat."