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SANTANA'S POV

After we, I mean, after I picked out the ingredients for our recipe with a totally lost Quinn, we headed to my place.

Arriving at my front door, Quinn hesitated to enter. I turned around to look in the living room but saw no one, so I deduced that the boys had not returned. I gave her a smile to make her understand and so she entered.

I took off my heels and put on tap shoes.

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"Let's get started!" I said as I put on an kitchen apron.

"You still haven't told me what we're going to do." She said with a laugh.

"Trust me." I said with a wink and she blushed. "Here." I gave her in turn a small kitchen apron. This one is purple, I admit that it suits her very well.

"Is this going to be as disastrous as we need to put on an apron?" She laughed again as she put it on.

"You look great in it." I looked at her and smiled. She murmured a small thank you while blushing. "Okay! So we'll just make a cake." I simply said and we laughed at the same time. I know it's not something original but even simple things like this I would love to do with her. All the time.

"Fine. We can start then."

We took out all the necessary ingredients and put them on the kitchen counter. I threw away the shopping bags as Quinn began to measure the powdered sugar.

"Shit. I'll clean up."

"Don't worry. We'll put everything away after." She had dropped some powdered sugar on the counter, not something crazy. "You want to listen to some music-" I was immediately cut by flour in the head. I tied my hair up while Quinn was laughing her head off in front of me. I then broke an egg in her hair.

"Ohw no!" She laughed very hard and threw more flour at me.

And that's how a battle began. So much that we were laughing, we didn't even notice that chocolate and eggs were on the walls and the floor was all slippery because of the milk.

My hands were all sticky and I wanted to put some on her face but she grabbed my wrists and blocked me. We looked into each other's eyes for a few moments. She moved her face gently to mine, which I did in return. Arriving at a millimeter of my lips she stopped and it is me who closed the space between us.

We kiss. We kiss and I love it so much. Her lips, they are so soft. I missed them so much.

She took her hands off my wrists and put them on my hips. She pulled me closer to her body and I put my hands around her neck. She slowly asked for access to my tongue and I opened my mouth. When our tongues touched, we moaned softly with pleasure. I love it, I love it.

The kissing intensified but when we heard the door open, we separated immediately. I could hear Puck and Marcos laughing in the hall.

"How stupid are these old people." I heard Noah say.

"So much." Laugh my son. Does he really think it's funny?

They came into the living room and saw us because the kitchen opened directly onto the living room. Quinn wiped her face, without touching her lips, while I remained silent, still thinking about our precious kiss.

"Uh... What the fuck?" Say Puck, lost. I could feel a bit of anger in him, to know that I was close to someone other than him.

"Noah, this is Quinn. My friend."

"Her again? She's my high school counselor." Said Marcos to Puck with a sigh. Does he seriously think we didn't hear him?

"Speak better from your mouth please, Marcos." I said, turning back to Quinn. Who hadn't said a word since.

"Cool. I'm getting the hell out of this house. I'm going to Sam's." He said, gesturing to his father.

Puck was still looking between Quinn and me. I decided to ignore him and motioned to Quinn to start putting things away. I wipe the walls while she wipes the floor.

"Nice to meet you Quinn. I'm Santana's husband." He said his last sentence loudly and then left to wash up, I think.

There was silence in the house. I looked at Quinn, who was staring into space, still cleaning the floor. I made sure Puck wasn't there and took my blonde's hands. My blonde... I'd like to.

"Hey... You okay?" I asked and she nodded gently. But she wasn't smiling anymore. She let go of my hands and continued cleaning. After about twenty minutes, everything was clean. We hadn't made the cake, but... this afternoon was magical anyway. I changed my dress into a sweater and offered one to Quinn, but she kindly refused.

"I... I'm going home." She said as she handed me the apron. She took her purse and coat. I accompanied her to the entrance and gave her a hug, which she did not refuse. I squeezed her with all my strength but I could hear Puck's footsteps behind us so I pulled away from her. After all, a friendship hug doesn't last more than thirty seconds, right? "See you Santana. Goodbye Noah." She smiled, but I knew it was forced and she left.

I turned to Puck and gave him a forced smile of my own. He came up to me and slapped me.

"I didn't say anything when you went to lunch with her last time. I see that she is not just our son's counselor but your very close friend." Unfortunately, happiness does not last forever. Puck is jealous, and he can express it badly. Very badly sometimes.

"Baby, she's just my friend. What do you think?" I asked, holding my cheek with my hand. I know I'm lying and there would be consequences later, but, I can't say anything about Quinn and me.

"I'm leaving tomorrow for Italy. And I don't know for how long. I'm sorry sweetheart." He took me in his arms and kissed me. Of course, I reluctantly rinsed my mouth out earlier. "I love you and I don't want to jeopardize my job. Who's to say this Quinn wasn't hired for something? I just want to protect you, love."

"It's okay..." I said with a tear dripping from my eye that I immediately wiped away.