A/N: Hey, so do people still read Glee fan fiction? lol

Anyway, for some reason sometimes I have spontaneous ideas pop in my head and they mostly always have to do with Quinntana fluff, so I thought I would start a drabble sort of thing whether people read them or not. I enjoy writing them, so whatever. haha.

Anyway, this isn't a chapter story, it's just going to be full of random Quinntana fluffy one shots. Some will be long, some will be short. Also I love adding Rachel in the mix, so she'll probably pop up a lot too in these stories.

Anyway, I'll stop my rambling and hope people read and enjoy my random Quinntana fluff.

Enjoy!

Needy

"Santana what's wrong?" Quinn asked watching as her girlfriend pouted around their bedroom looking for something to wear.

Santana rolled her eyes, mumbling a response, "I don't want to go out tonight." Her answer barely audible as she threw some of her dresses on the ground to try and find one to wear.

"You're going to wrinkle them." Quinn said walking over to pick up Santana's mess hanging them back up in the closet.

"I'm just wearing jeans tonight." Santana finally stated with annoyance.

Quinn quickly reached out, grabbing Santana's arm before she could walk away, pulling her close, "San, tell me what's wrong."

Santana rolled her eyes and shrugged, "I'm not in the mood to go out tonight. I have a headache and Kurt and Berry are just going to make it worse by all the chirping they do."

Quinn studied Santana's face, her eyebrow raised with uncertainty, "What else?"

Santana sighed looking everywhere but at Quinn, "I want to stay in... with just you." she said clearing her throat, finding an invisible piece of lint on her hoodie and picking it off. Even though she and Quinn had been together for just over a year, she still found it hard to express her feelings to the blonde, especially when they made her feel cheesy and vulnerable.

Quinn bit back a smile, not wanting to scare Santana from her little confession. She was just truly happy and excited about what her girlfriend was trying to insinuate. She thought maybe Santana was mad at her just by the way she was acting all evening, when in fact Santana was grumpy because it seemed like she wanted Quinn all to herself. "So you want to stay in?" Quinn asked hoping Santana would elaborate some more of her feelings.

Santana huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, "You worked late every night this week and then last night we went on a stupid double date with Kurt and Blaine and now tonight we have to go out with the whole group? We see them all the time."

Quinn nodded about to suggest that they cancel their plans tonight, but before she could get a word out, Santana had wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled her close and Quinn was loving every second of it.

"Last weekend we went out because Mercedes was in town and normally I'm not one to pass on a good time, but Quinn..." Santana pouted, resting her head on her shoulder and hiding her face in her neck, "I have a headache and cramps and I... I...just want to be with you."

"You are with me." Quinn smiled enjoying every second of needy Santana, she lived for the moments Santana let her guard down.

"Shut up, you know what I mean." Santana mumbled squeezing her close.

"And here I thought you were mad at me."

"I am."

Quinn gasped, pulling away slightly to look down at her, "Santana!?"

Santana pulled away, "You work too much."

"San!" Quinn said reaching out and grabbing the collar of her hoodie to pull her back, "Stop. I do not. I told you this week was going to be crazy."

"Make it up to me then?" Santana asked resting her hands on Quinn's hips. "Let's cancel and stay in tonight."

"I was going to suggest that before you started pouting to death." Quinn teased.

Santana finally smiled for the first time that night, "I'll order the pizza?"

"I'll text Rachel." Quinn said.

Santana leaned in pressing a quick kiss to Quinn's lips, "Meet you on the couch."

A bit later Santana and Quinn were cuddled on the couch, indulging in each other and sharing kisses.

"You still struggle with opening up to me." Quinn whispered reaching up to cup Santana's cheek, gently brushing her thumb over the soft skin.

Santana shrugged, "But I still did."

"It's not like it used to be, you can trust me." Quinn promised, "I trust you. And honestly there's nothing I'd rather do than spend alone time with you."

"I just don't want it getting back to Berry that I'm a softie sometimes." Santana mumbled, "She's still kind of scared of me." She slyly smirked.

Quinn playfully rolled her eyes, "San, you're romantic soft side can just be between you and I."

"Seal that with a kiss."

Quinn smiled and leaned in, "Deal." She whispered before finally pressing their lips together.

Thanks for reading!

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