What is this

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San POV

What are we? I don't even know what came over me that night...I was drunk thats all.

I woke up to the girl beside me, it looked about morning so I tried to wake the sleeping girl. "Hey Lucy it's morning you gots to leave,"

Quinn groaned frustratingly tired, "my names Quinn stop calling me that and no it's night time, it's still dark out," Quinn tried to make me believe.

"It's morning, my parents will be up soon you gotta go..."
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No POV

After a few minutes of debating and Santana showing Quinn the time, she got dress and headed to the window, "when will I see you again?" The punk girl asked.

"At school," the Latina says jokingly.

"You know what I mean San," hearing the girl call Santana's name made the tan girl go weak all over again.

"Soon," San went to kiss the paler girl on the cheek and then the girl was gone.

Santana checked her phone but noticed the millions of missed calls and text messages.

Sam: San Where are you

Sam: did you leave

Sam: if you wasn't feeling well I could've taken you home

Santana knew the boy meant good but she liked someone else it's not love it was to sin for that Santana tried to believe but deep down she knew she loved the punk girl before she changed and now

A/N this one a little short sorry, I am posting two chapters today

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