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xɪɪ. ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ.

SANTANA'S POV

I woke up with a huge headache. I opened my eyes and saw a blonde head lying on my chest. Quinn. I could recognize her under any circumstances. Shit, I really did sleep with Quinn in my arms. I remember our beautiful kiss. I just want to do it again and again. Without having Noah in my head.

For once, in a long time, I woke up with a smile on my face, despite my excruciating headache. We didn't drink much though, considering the number of bottles on the coffee table. There is one completely finished and another one half finished. I needed more to have a hangover before. It must be said that with time, we can't stand alcohol anymore.

I watched the blonde sleep against me for a while. I know I may sound like a psycho but I think she is so cute when she sleeps, and even when she doesn't. She is always beautiful, no matter what mood she's in, what she's wearing, what her hair looks like. This woman is an angel. And a hottie.

After a while, I heard her grumble. I think she's waking up. Shit, I should have made her breakfast. How stupid I can be sometimes. She yawned with her eyes still closed. And when she opened them, they instantly met mine. My heart stopped beating for a moment but immediately started beating faster. A smile settled on her beautiful face, I guess she feels it beating like crazy. I feel hers against mine too, it beats as hard and fast as mine. What I feel for her is indescribable. I really want to kiss her. Again and again, indefinitely. Her lips attract me like a magnet. I feel like they are meant to be together.

I straightened up to be more at her level and I approached her lips slowly but surely. As I said, I am attracted to them, they are like an addiction for me. It's not right, I will have serious consequences but I keep on doing it because they make me feel good.

Quinn and I closed the short distance between our lips and we kissed again.

She intensifies the kiss by laying me down again on the sofa, she has straddled me. I asked her for access to her tongue by licking her lower lip and she opened it instantly. When they touched, new shivers ran through my body. My hands were around her neck and hers around my hips. It's so good.

But so badly.

I can't do that.

"Quinn." I reluctantly pulled away from her lips and whispered. "We can't..." Having understood, she immediately got up from me all blushing.

"I am so sorry San...! I-"

"It's nothing. I like that and," I sighed. "It's one of the best feelings in the world to kiss you. I love kissing you." She smiled at me. "But I have a family..." I said as I sat up and looked at the floor.

"I understand. It's my fault, I'm such an idiot." She put her head in her hands and tried her hand at my side again. "I'm so sorry..." I took her hands away from her face and intertwined our fingers together.

"Quinn. Look at me." Seeing that she wouldn't look up at me, I let go of one hand and cupped her cheek to turn her face toward mine. Shit, being this close to her without being able to kiss her takes a lot of effort for me. "It's not your fault, okay? I love kissing you and God only knows how much I love being around you. Our connection between the two of us is stronger than the one I have with my own husband." I have feelings for her, I'm sure of it. She looked at me with a few tears in her eyes, ready to explode. My awakening was the most beautiful one so far. I don't want to break her heart, on the contrary.

"So, what you feel for me... It's mutual...?" She asks hesitantly.

"I just want to be able to love you freely Quinn. But I don't think now is the time."

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After our discussion, I decided to go home. If I stayed, I'm sure we would have gone further than just kissing. I am so mad at myself for leaving it like that. I really hope that nothing will change between us and that she will not want to distance herself for fear that I will break her heart even more. This woman makes me feel so many feelings that I have never felt before.

I opened the door to my house and went inside. Let's just hope Rachel and her fucking Jesse haven't arrived yet. I went into the living room and put my purse down. Good news, they still haven't arrived but I think Sam is here, from the laughter I hear from the garden. I looked out the window and saw my son and his best friend playing soccer. These two get along perfectly and I am so happy that he is someone to rely on and confide in. I smiled at the sight and headed to my room, getting ready for my shower.

As I wash, my thoughts can't help but drift to Quinn. Maybe I shouldn't have talked to her like that, my chances with are completely ruined now, I'm sure. What kind of chances are you talking about Santana? I can't have any luck with her, I'm married and have a child. Thinking about her makes me happy and unhappy at the same time. This woman has the gift to control my emotions. I can't afford to feel that way about her under any circumstances. What will Marcos think? And what will Noah do to me? I have no one to confide in but this, because my confidant is the woman who makes me like this. I think it's unfair. All this life I lead.

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I went down to the living room and saw my son accompanied by his friend. I smiled at them and walked towards them.

"Hello Santana!" Sam exclaimed.

"Hey Sam. How are you?" I asked him and he asked me back, still with his bright smile.

"I'm doing great, thanks." I replied, looking at my son, who gave a strange laugh and mumbled. "What's going on Marcos?" I asked confused.

"Let it go. Go kiss your blonde. If she wants to of course." He said curtly, heading for the stairs, followed by Sam.

Shit. What the hell is this? How...?