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Text || Santana - Quinn
Santana: Happy V-Day, mi querida.
Santana: Or should I say, happy date night?
Santana: I shouldn’t say either one of those things
Quinn: Happy Valentine's, Santana.
Quinn: Why can't you say either of those things?
Text || Quinn - Santana
Santana: They know now. I publicly declared myself taken. Can't wait to watch the glee club try and figure that one out.
Santana: He had good intentions, but I'm pretty sure I'd be pissed if someone sang me a song about my nappy roots, so I doubt Zizes feels the same way.
Quinn: It'll definitely be entertaining.
Quinn: Oh, I didn't even think about that. I was too busy dancing away.
Text || Quinn - Santana
Santana: Because it's so hard to believe someone would wanna be my Valentine? Ouch.
Santana: Anyway, how did you like Puck's performance today? I tried to tell him. That was the most painful thing in the world to watch. I hope Zizes doesn't sit on him.
Quinn: No. Just that people make their move when you're taken. And I know they don't know, but still.
Quinn: I thought it was pretty good, actually. Lauren's lucky there's somebody paying attention to her, and she could do worse.
Text || Quinn - Santana
Quinn: We start dating and people ask you to be their Valentine. Go figure, ha.
Wow, it sounds even weirder when you say it.
I—well, I’m not seeing anyone, and you’re not seeing anyone. We’re kind of already a couple, right?
You're right. Definitely sounds strange..
I guess we kind of are.
Uh, only if we can never talk about how I was sort of, kind of talking myself up to the courage to ask you if we can start calling each other ‘girlfriend’ instead of ‘best friend/co-captain/sometime lover’.
Like I keep saying, you’re better at this than I am.
Wait.. Okay, I honestly didn't catch that and thought you were just making a comment on it. You actually want us to be girlfriends?
I mean, yeah I guess. It’s really weird, because I like just came to terms with the liking girls thing. I’m still not totally there. Half the time I say I’m a lesbian, and the other half I’m still not sure, and coming to terms with the girlfriend label is just as scary. I guess I hadn’t thought about it, and now that it’s kind of right there in my face…it’s weird. I don’t hate it, but it’s weird.
But if you’re willing to throw out the “L” word, I guess I should suck up some of my fears too.
Can we not talk about the fact that I said that? I'm still so embarrassed.
But good for you. A couple months ago it was it like pulling teeth trying to get you to talk to me. This is better.
Text || Quinn -Santana
Santana: No, I'm gonna sit around for three days and get a huge ass.
Santana: Well...in ten months both of us will be 18 and there won't be a need to lie. For now, we hide.
Quinn: ..Shut up.
Quinn: Ten months is a really long time.
Text || Quinn -Santana
Santana: Q, come on. You know I don't like to eat a lot...
Santana: Yeah well, I backed her off for a little while by complaining about her assuming that just because I like girls that I like you, and how unfair that was. I'm a horrible, horrible daughter.
Quinn: It's not like you're not going to eat for three days.
Quinn: You're not a horrible daughter. You're just.. Huh. You're just prolonging- whatever this is.
Text || Quinn -Santana
Santana: Oh good, because you know how much I don't eat. I'm pretty sure mom still thinks I like you because you should have seen the look on her face when I told her I was spending the weekend at your house because your mom was going to be gone.
Santana: I think she almost suggested that you stay here, but we lucked out there.
Quinn: Please, you haven't even had my mac and cheese yet.
Quinn: Seriously though, I'm surprised she agreed though. If she thinks you like me. Not that I'm complaining.
Text || Quinn -Santana
Quinn: Hmm. Well, I'm going to dodge that bullet and hopefully we can go back to the more relaxed texts we began with.
Quinn: No Judy for a whole week.
Santana: Being able to kiss you more, put my head on your shoulder during a movie, hug you from behind in the kitchen, and a whole bunch of other really, really stupid and girly things.
Santana: You caught me in a moment. Must be because it's early morning.
Quinn: I really did catch you in a moment.. They all sound amazing.
Quinn: I've already started getting ready for you coming over tomorrow, I must have so much junk food stuffed in a bag under my bed.
Text || Quinn -Santana
Santana: I'm not chewing your head off. Not on purpose, anyway.
Quinn: Hmm. Well, I'm going to dodge that bullet and hopefully we can go back to the more relaxed texts we began with.
Quinn: No Judy for a whole week.
Text || Quinn -Santana
Santana: Well it's cold out, so the sky's usually more clear and...I don't know Quinn, I'm just excited that we get to see each other more, okay?
Quinn: Alright, no need to chew my head off, I was just curious. But fine, okay.
Text || Quinn -Santana
Santana: Maybe just after Cheerio practice. For the soreness and all. And as long as it's a clear night, it might be nice to hang out and look at the stars or whatever.
Quinn: Look at the stars? Huh, okay. Sounds like a plan to me.
Text || Quinn -Santana
Santana: I'm wonderful. You have the hot tub that I've been trying to talk my parents into since we met.
Quinn: So, I guess one next week will be spend lazing in the hot tub?
Text || Quinn -Santana
Santana: Let's not and instead think about me coming over every day again.
Santana: Yeah..
Quinn: This is so great.
Quinn: Are you okay?
Text || Quinn -Santana
Santana: Wait, really? Okay, we're gonna skip over how sad it is that you're happy about your mom leaving, because I'm not a therapist.
Santana: This is amazing. I actually can see you outside of school.
Santana: 'Cause...you know...you're my bestie, and we have a lot to catch up on.
Quinn: You have no idea what it's been like at home. We probably shouldn't dwell on that.
Quinn: ..Nice save.
