"You'll call me when you get there, right?" Mike asked worriedly, he was afraid of the inevitable, they'd grow apart despite being childhood friends since they were seven years old.

She patted his cheek, "Of course, Mike. You're not allowed to get rid of me, we'll FaceTime every week if that's what it takes"

He chuckled, "Give 'em hell, Ice Queen"

"You already know" they embraced one last time and closed the trunk of their car.

She looked back as they drove off, as if saying goodbye to the place she'd been a part of for seventeen years.

She sighed looking out her window, this was the end. Despite spending the first two years of high school at Westwood High and building a reputation for herself as HBIC, it was all over. Now she was going to go to another school in the middle of nowhere and she'd have no choice but to adapt.

She started reflecting on what exactly led to this point, her father was controlling and conniving, but her mother knew that when she agreed to marry him. Why did everything change now? She was happy her mother was regaining a sense of freedom and had an opportunity at a new life, but the truth was that she was going to miss her friends. Mike had been with her through it all and now she would never see him again. Okay, that's a bit dramatic, but she would not see him until they graduated that's for sure.

Quinn Fabray had just moved in to Lima, Ohio following her parents lengthy divorce. She was set to begin her junior year of high school at McKinley High School.

After reflecting, she was excited to start off with a new slate in a completely different environment. Admittedly, Russell Fabray had been very toxic for her and her mother, his alcoholism and obsession with perfection was a hypocritical burden for her sister and her mother. She hadn't even achieved the most simple feat, according to him, she'd fucked up since birth, as she had been born with ambiguous genitalia. No, his comments never really bothered her, he was a drunk what would he know anyways? Alas, enough of him, he was no longer relevant to her new life.

She had been head cheerleader in her previous school and they had won two national championships during her time there, to Sue Sylvester's chagrin. She knew that she definitely wanted to continue cheering, it was a stress relief and definitely a family tradition, her mother and Fran had both been cheerleaders in their time. Of course, being a cheerleader required that she wear compression shorts and it honestly didn't help that she was attracted to women, it usually left her bothered and very tightly restrained.

She was excited to start off at this new school, she knew their cheer team was exceptional, it had been runner-up to her team the past two years.

She was dressed casually, a bright yellow sundress, white flats and her long her was casually braided.

"Are you sure you can handle finding out where everything is located, we do have a rather large school?" Mrs. Dianne asked.

"I'll be fine, thank you, ma'am." she smiled and walked out. She was looking over her schedule when she bumped into the infamous Sue Sylvester outside of the counselor's office.

The woman looked at her and tilted her head, signaling her to follow. She was a bit alarmed, although she already knew what the older woman wanted. She was an admittedly very talented cheerleader.

To no surprise Sue twirled her swivel chair to see her, her hand clasped together, "Sit"

"Ms. Sylvester-"

She gave her a once over, "It's like looking a porno star in a nun's habit"

Quinn chuckled, bringing her arms across her chest, "I'm pretty sure you called me in here to ask for a favor. You need me, I can just go"

"Fine, Fabray I know you led your cheer squad to victory for two consecutive years. We have always been runner-ups. I need help. Sue, me. You can join my squad no questions asked. Here's your uniform"

Just like that she was in, she was officially part of the cheer squad. She didn't even have to do anything. She went to her classes and finally to the after school practice.

"Who are you? My name's Brittany! I can tell we're going to be fast friends." A tall blue eyed blonde told her, proceeding to hug her tight.

"Uh-o Okay" she responded tapping her back lightly.

The cheer squad was already stretching and she took notice of one Latina who was already drenched in sweat. It seemed as if she had already had a practice of her own. With those extremely toned legs, Quinn didn't doubt that she did.

She merely stared at her. Quinn wasn't sure whether or not to introduce herself, "Fabray!" Sylvester called to her before she could make up her mind.

"Yes?" she asked jogging up to her.

"This is Santana Lopez our current head cheerleader." Quinn immediately stiffened, she didn't want to make this girl feel threatened. Sue Sylvester had another thing in mind, clearly.

Santana was very attractive, even more so up close, and the color red did wonders for her. She cleared her throat, seemingly uncomfortable under her facade of coolness.

"You're the head cheerleader of Westwood High, aren't you?" Santana asked while sizing Quinn up, her eyes squinting and her face forming a small scowl.

"Yes, that's me. I'm here now" Quinn tried to smile charmingly but she knew that this girl was weary of her. Man, she certainly didn't want this girl to hate her. She just wanted to be part of the team, she didn't really plan on being head cheerleader, or stripping this gorgeous girl of her rightfully earned title.

"Alright, Lopez and Fabray why don't you both lead the stretches?" Sylvester suggested as she smirked. Quinn was certain she had met the devil herself, this woman was already stirring up problems, as she took note of Santana's further stiffened shoulders.

"Actually, it's cool. This is Santana's team, I don't want to impose. I'm the newcomer" Quinn said rubbing her neck nervously.

At that, Santana smiled, showing her dimples and her shoulders relaxed.

It started off so innocent, they started off as friends. Albeit, an unlikely and unusual duo as they were two ends of the same bitch goddess spectrum, it was expected that they'd have a rivalry.

Quinn found herself immediately rising up the totem pole. Within a month, she had made quite a number of acquaintances. However, just as quickly she slid down it.

She was casually showering in the girl's room, when Mercedes pulled the curtain back and she shrieked. Quinn was washing her hair and tried to cover herself, the damage was done. Within an instance all of the cheerios surrounded her, with the exception of Santana.

Word got out about her condition, and her social status plummeted.

Quinn didn't blame Mercedes, she didn't know any better and she apologized immediately afterwords, assuring her that they would be friends.

Plus, she had even bought her a bacon cheeseburger to make amends.

"Hey Mike." Quinn said with a tightlipped smile looking at her iPhone.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

She sighed, "Yeah, just that people here found out about my penis"

"Did they freak out?"

"Kind of. It happened Friday morning, I guess I'll find out how they really react on Monday. I just got a lot of looks"

"It's alright, Q. If they can't respect that you are different, they don't deserve to know you"

She smiled, "Thanks, Mikey. I miss you so much"

"Same. Listen, I have practice and my dance tournament is later this week, I'll call you back okay?"

In retrospect Quinn always knew she'd be the one to support her. She knew she would have done it for her in an instant, if she so much as batted her eyelashes at her.

Santana was perfect; jovial, hilarious, admittedly bitchy, but Quinn loved her for it. She was an enigma, and definitely entertaining.

But again she was simply the new kid, the only thing that had carried her before were her two National Cheer Championships under her belt, now none of that mattered. Now, she was just the new freak.

Once the rumor had gotten out about her, everyone avoided her like the plague, with the exception of this girl named Rachel and Mercedes. She didn't really blame them, this was Ohio after all, California was much more liberal in her eyes. Over there, no one really cared what was below her waist. It was irrelevant. Here, they cared, a lot more than Quinn ever really did. At least she did not fall victim to the slushies.

Sue Sylvester didn't cut her off the cheerleading team, but in that moment she knew she would never be promoted to head cheerleader, her sigh told me her much. She was okay with that.

Part of her was relieved that the competition with Santana, Sue seemed hell bent on setting had died. She'd only spoken to Santana a few times but she knew the girl was determined. The girl worked just as hard as Quinn did, really she did.

Naturally, walking into her fifth period she did not expect Santana to talk to her. The girl was hardworking and she respected her but now with the word out, she'd never want to associate with someone like her.

Quinn thought she wouldn't talk to her. She was just another cheerio, at the same time she wasn't. She was the chick with the dick that absolutely gave no fucks and cheered anyway disregarding the fucking pain that came with the compression shorts meant to restraint her.

She figured Santana Lopez had respected her prior to her outage. Now she knew things were different, she wouldn't talk to her and risk her social status. She knew she wouldn't.

Except she did, she did so very effortlessly too. All it took was a cat like strut to her desk and a nonchalant "Hey Quinn" of course the peers surrounding them gave a double take.

It started off very innocent, believe her it did.

Santana Lopez was in her math class and she was perfect. She was perhaps, the most perfect girl she had ever set her eyes on. She had this sleek, long black hair, brown skin and a fat ass, but her personality was incomparable.

They sat in the middle row. Santana Lopez was notorious for being a talkative girl. She knew that much. She had these insane jokes, usually at the expense of other people and whenever they'd laugh their teacher would get so angry and send a glare their way, so they resorted to passing notes.

Very quickly she found herself looking forward to fifth period, where Santana Lopez was unguarded, unfiltered, and beautiful. Of course, she'd get to see her after school in cheer practice but this was different. She wasn't speaking to a group of people, she was speaking to Quinn. She did so in away that made it seem like she cared. Slowly, but surely her walls came crashing down.

As time went by her attraction was getting deeper. She would wake up gasping at night with the most intense erection, it was simply too much to handle. Her thighs, her lips, everything was perfect about Santana. Her personality too, it was perfect for her. She had a vibe and Quinn started digging it.

She was young and straight crushing trying to play this crush cool, except everyday she was giddy and couldn't wait to get to school.

In class she'd find herself daydreaming about her constantly, her thighs, her hips, her lips, her eyes, and that fat ass.

She'd be having the most inappropriate thoughts about her preferences, her sexual preferences. If she rode it, if she sat on it, or if she simply licked on it. It'd be impossible to stand up with her insane erection.

At practice, she thanked the pervert that invented the skirts. Santana was hypnotic and Quinn was quickly enchanted.

Maybe Santana took notice, maybe she didn't. All Quinn knew was that she was insanely attentive but she never brought it up. Her attraction was borderline obsessive and it scared her.

She didn't like that she had masturbated to the thought of Santana it was so wrong. They were friends! So she tried her absolute best to avoid looking her way. She didn't want to ruin a good friendship because she was a hormonal teenager. She was above that, dammit. Except, she never stopped thinking of her that way.

One day during class her erection was intense. Santana slid a note under her palm. Quinn looked up to make sure the teacher wasn't staring at them and read what it said as Santana looked straight ahead, as if she hadn't just slid a note to her.

She read the curvy, loopy handwriting; reminiscent of Santana herself, really.

What she read, however, was not expected. "Have you ever had sex before?"

Damn. What was she supposed to say to that? Santana had allegedly been with numerous guys before. If Quinn told her she was a virgin, she'd be the laugh of town. She couldn't say she was a virgin, of course not.

So she wrote back and said: "Of course, I had sex before." She knew she was fronting but her hand had a mind of it's own and kept writing, "I'm like a pro"

Quinn knew she was stunting but she also knew that if she told the truth she could get played, the only thing worse than being a freak was being a virginal freak. Besides this would establish that even if she was a little different girls back in Cali still wanted her.

Truthfully, she hadn't been in pussy since the day she came out of one.

But Santana didn't know that, she thought Quinn was charming. Surely, she would believe her when she said she'd lost her virginity, right?

She slid the note back. As Santana read the note, her breath hitched slightly and her eyes widened a little, before she reeled it in, and she wrote back quickly.

Quinn opened the note, "Oh, you're a pro? Well I want you to show me. My mom's gone for the weekend and Saturday maybe we can get wanky"

That's when Quinn's heart started racing wildly and her body started sweating profusely. In an instant her erection was alive. The mere thought of how Santana would look, naked, laying on a bed, how it would feel to be inside her was enough. Quinn prayed to God the professor wouldn't make her stand up to solve the problem on the board. Not with this damn erection, it would be so embarrassing.

She wrote back like,"Yeah, baby, sounds like a plan"

She was still trying to play it cool, but she was scared to death, her stomach turned. Quinn knew damn well she was an inexperienced virgin. She'd never done this before, what had she gotten herself into.

That Tuesday, immediately following her cheer practice with her barely contained erection she knew that she needed to seem like she wasn't a virgin even if she was.

She rushed home and immediately watched porn, she was studying what the actors did, in an attempt to see just how to stroke right.

She had purchased condoms from the liquor store and she practiced how to roll them on correctly.

Naturally, she logged onto WikiHow and searched how to put a condom on.

The webpage read, "How to Use a Condom"

"Step One: Store condoms safely, keep them in a cool, dry place, away from direct sunlight.

She rolled her eyes, she already knew that condoms could become brittle and more likely to break if you don't store them correctly, and that condoms that are exposed to heat or light are more likely to tear. They had taught her that in Sex Ed, just not how to actually put one on.

"Step Two: Check the condom should also double check the date stamped on the wrapper before you use it. If it's expired, toss it out. Never use an expired condom. It could tear or fail

Seriously, when would they tell her how to put one on, she scrolled further down.

Step 3: Put the condom on before your penis touches your partner's genitals at all.

She rolled her eyes again, obviously. She didn't want to get an STD or get anyone pregnant.

Step 4: Open the condom wrapper using the easy-tear edges. Push the condom away from the edge you plan to tear, and use the easy-tear edges. These are the zig-zag edges on either side of the wrapper that are designed to tear apart quickly and easily.

Okay, now they were getting somewhere remotely useful, she continued to read.

"Step 5: Determine which way the condom is rolled. This can be difficult to do, particularly if you're in the dark. However, checking by sight is the safest way to determine which way the condom is rolled, so you don't risk unrolling it too far or tearing it with your fingers. If the condom is right-side-out, there will be a lip or rim on the edge. If it's inside-out, the edge will be smooth.

"Step 6: Make sure the reservoir at the tip of the condom is pointing in the right direction. This reservoir should already be on the outer tip of the condom. Make sure the reservoir is oriented so that the rest of the condom rolls away from it.

Step 7: Lube it up. Consider placing a small drop of water-based lubricant inside the reservoir. This can make the condom easier to apply, especially if you are uncircumcised."

She was uncircumcised, now this was definitely going to help her out.

"Step 8: Make sure the penis is fully erect. A condom should always fit snugly over a penis, leaving no tight or baggy spots. If rolled over a penis that is not yet fully erect, it will fit awkwardly and be more likely to fall off or tear during sex.

She chuckled then, she was painfully hard.

Step 9: Pinch the entire reservoir at the tip of the condom shut. This eliminates the possibility of creating an air pocket inside the condom when it is worn, reducing the chance of breakage and providing the semen with a place to go during ejaculation.

Step 10: Roll the condom on. The condom should easily unroll down the length of the shaft. If it turns out that you are trying to put the condom on backwards, throw it away and start over.[11] An erect penis produces fluid prior to ejaculation (called "pre-cum") that can contain sperm. If a condom has been exposed to this fluid, flipping it over and re-applying it may cause pregnancy and/or the transmission of an STD.

Alright, now it was time for her to apply what she had just learned.

She slid the condom to the edge of the wrapper and gently opened it. She pinched the reservoir shut with one hand, and placed the condom against the tip of her erect penis. With her other hand, she pushed her blonde pubic hair out of the way. Then, she gently rolled the condom down her entire shaft of the penis, and smoothed out any air bubbles.

She was damn proud. She proceeded to practice the art of condom wearing until her erection had fully died down.

As Quinn walked to Santana's house, her palms were sweaty and she nervously wiped them against her jeans.

That feeling of knowing you're going to have sex for the first time is the worst feeling in the world. She hopes that Santana doesn't notice it's her first time and that her dick is big enough to fuck with, but most of all she's praying, "don't let me bust quick"

She's in front of Santana's mansion, of course she'd live there, both of her parents were ranked among the nation's top surgeons. Santana opens the door before she works up the courage to knock. She smiles at her and pulls her in.

It all starts off very casual, talking about their week, cheer, and life.

Quinn knows it'll happen any moment now, she wipes the perspiration from her hands onto her pants. She has a pocket filled with rubbers and a raging erection.

Santana leans in to kiss her then, effectively breaking the tension.

That's when Quinn's hands start touching Santana's sides, rubbing up and down her curves, and her face starts blushing. Quinn rolls over on top of her, and Santana ever the impatient one, gets her pants unbuckled and her hands start rubbing up and down her shat effectively pulling her from her boxers.

"Don't stop" Quinn breathes against her lips and the smirk and twinkle in Santana's eyes get her even harder.

It's time for action: Quinn pulls out the condoms real smooth, yeah, just how she practiced. She rubs on Santana's clitoris and reaches down to place a kiss on it. Santana is extremely wet and as Quinn glides up to her entrance, right before she puts it inside, Santana flinches.

She grabs her erection, fear and determination in her eyes and says, "I wanna get something off my mind. I can tell you're a pro, but be gentle, cause I've never done this before."

Quinn nods, "Don't worry, I'll be very gentle. What's your safety word?"

Santana chuckles effectively breaking some of the tension, "I'll just say stop. Best to be concise"

Quinn laughs and kisses her, willing her to relax.

She slowly slid in, observing her face for any moment of hesitation or pain. Her body was willing her to simply plunge right in, but she refrained her body could wait. She peppered kisses all over Santana's neck and kissed and passionately as she knew. Before she knew it, Santana's body had relaxed enough to allow her to ease all the way in. She doesn't know how she didn't come right then and there. Santana looked at her with a scorching gaze, her black hair sprawled against her beige bedsheets and her lips red and plumper than usual from their make-out session.

"You could move now, Quinn"

She did just that, reading Santana's face for any signals of distress but mostly rubbing on her clit to make sure she was actually satisfied.

She was kissing her again, and slipping her shirt over her head. Her strong and gentle hands began to stroke her, her hands, her lips, her tongue were gentle. Knowing what she was doing. She felt her nipples rise, and it startled Santana. She had never been this aroused before.

Quinn insisted she relaxed and so she did. She was slow, rhythmic, gentle, moving down my body, down …and Santana was nothing but her body; there was a sharp brief pain
brief and then a sweet spasm went through her and she seemed to rise into the air. She no longer felt pain and it was an incredible sensation.

When Santana's body began to tense, she understood she needed to slow down and match her rhythm to Santana's and ease the orgasm out of her.

They finished then, crying out each other's name.

Quinn rolled off, pulling the condom off, tying it and wrapping it in a tissue and disposing of it.

Santana stared at the ceiling, she had just given up her virginity and it felt liberating but she was also scared, she didn't want anyone finding out about this. She let her eyes drift close when she awoke, Quinn was dressed again and she was rubbing her hands up and down her pants leg, in a nervous tick.

Upon noticing she was awake she handed her her clothing and looked away as she dressed. She rolled her eyes, they'd just had sex, there was no need to get all shy now.

Quinn's voice interrupted her, "I didn't want to leave just like that. I don't know, I didn't want you thinking this was just sex or that I just used you"

Santana nods, not trusting her voice. "I'll walk you out" it comes out a lot harsher than she intended, if Quinn's flinch is anything to go by. They don't say anything to each other. The tension builds up around them and Santana knows she has to address this soon.

Once outside she speaks up, "Listen, this— that thing that happened between us, it was a mistake. I don't want anything to do with you and I don't want you to mistake that for more. And you best not even dream of telling anyone" her eyes bore into Quinn's.

"I figured as much. I won't tell a soul." with a terse nod, and an attempt at a smile that results in a slight grimace, Quinn walks away. She would respect Santana's wishes. They were merely friends, and she hoped that wouldn't be ruined by what had just transpired between them.


Thanks to all who read my last one shot, "Fools", I appreciate the positive reception and feedback.

This was based off of J. Cole's Wet Dreamz. This story has been brewing on my mind for awhile now and I couldn't ignore it. Hope you guys enjoy it, if you do please leave a comment or suggestion. I also might add a continuation piece if a lot of people request it.

Special thanks to Fabray-Lopez, momo0424, theluckyquil, thunderxky, and GleeSQB. Thank you for your unwavering support, and for your comments.