I'm Still Standing

By the time the weekend came, Quinn was definitely pending her nights sleeping in the same bed with Santana. She liked it, enjoyed being with her even. It was the sex that was starting to get to her. The blonde liked having it with Santana, even enjoyed getting that orgasm with her, but she felt almost obligated to give it to her. That’s what it was like with relationships, at least that’s what she thought they were like. Wouldn’t Santana leave if Quinn just decided to say no one evening? She couldn’t risk it, for more reasons that one.

Santana had promised to take Quinn to Central Park after her physical therapy session. The blonde was grateful Santana was coming with her to those, but it seemed like just something else Santana was doing with her. She felt like a burden sometimes. Letting Santana push her to the park, she stayed quiet for the most part, only talking with the Latina when she spoke. Quinn wasn’t sure how to breach the subject with Santana. How could she just ask her why she stayed around? Instead, she ignored it and enjoyed the day with the Latina. “Do you want to go by the fountain?” She asked softly.