Hey there :) So although I have written fanfiction before, it's been a longggg while, so I'll apologize if I'm a little rusty. Anyway, this is my first time writing a Quinntana fic (or any lesbian fic, for that matter) so hopefully it'll be enjoyable! Also, it's AU.

Disclaimer: All GLEE people belong to the awesome Ryan Murphy

Special thanks to my best friend/editor/favoritepersonintheworldmaybe TheYoungAndBeautiful, cuz she's my little darling/muffin/dontkillmeplease

Anyways, this fic will be updated weekly, since my editor is so very strict about keeping me on track on schedule, and made me bid my bad procrastinating habits goodbye. I hope you guys really enjoy this, and please please please please review and lemme know what you think :) Or I'm just gonna sink and lose inspiration and this story will end crappily (which I don't wanna see happen).

I've talked way too much already, but I'm excited :)

R&R!


Chapter 1

The ribbon fluttered as she made a quick spin in front of the mirror. Her new pale blue, translucent bathrobe was short, sweet, sexy. Everything felt perfect. Her job paid well, her house was immaculate, and her girlfriend was, well, her's. Santana had been visiting more often in the past month, spending almost every night at Quinn's place. And Quinn liked that. She liked the idea of control, dominance, superiority.

But the pride she had now had not always been her's. Only a year ago, she had been the other girl. The timid, secretive girl who wished to be the first in somebody's heart. But now, Quinn Fabray was different.

It all began with Santana Lopez, who having had a fight with her girlfriend, had ended up dropping in on a bar that Quinn seldom visited. Yet that night, Quinn was there.

Perhaps fate wanted her there.

The two had begun talking, drinking, dancing, and one thing led to another. By morning, Quinn Fabray found herself naked, in the arms of the Latina woman she had just met. And then they began the 'affair'.

Her hazel eyes returned the confident gaze from the mirror. Her soft pink lips wore a smile. Santana's promises of leaving her girlfriend and making Quinn the girl were certain to become much more than a dream. Perhaps even tonight. Santana had hinted that she had something she wanted to talk to Quinn about.

Quinn heard the doorbell ring, and the smile on her lips grew wider. She knew Santana had the key, but still preferred having the door opened by her lovely little Blondie.

"Sweetheart," she purred as she opened the door just enough to let Santana in, "welcome home~" Instinctively, her arms found themselves wrapped around Santana's neck, her bra-less breasts pressing onto her lover's through the thin cloth.

"Hey baby," Santana gladly returned the embrace, taking note of the other's state of undress, "Someone wants to get laid tonight~"

Quinn pulled back a little, just enough to see Santana's face. "Maybe," she teased, "I missed you."

"I know." Santana pulled Quinn into a soft kiss. For a few seconds, their lips moved against each other's, Quinn's body trembling already from the tender touch.

Quinn's voice was husky when she pulled away, "I want you."

"I know that too, darling," Santana murmured, smirking into the nape of Quinn's neck, "but you've got to wait. I want to shower first."

A small pout graced Quinn's face. "With me?"

"Mm, wanky. Why not?" The raven haired female smiled as she laced her fingers in Quinn's, "Come with me."

They had not even reached the bathroom when Quinn felt fingers tugging softly at the ribbon, quickly untying the knot and allowing the ensemble to fall apart, hanging loosely on her frame. She pulled Santana by the collar into the bathroom.

Quinn watched the mirror as Santana slowly removed her bathrobe from behind her, revealing her pale body. The cold air hit her nipples, and she felt them tighten.

"Look here. Someone wants me already." Santana had her chin resting on Quinn's shoulders, her fingers dancing around and over the hardened nub, but refusing to touch it directly.

Quinn leaned back a little, her breath hitching. Her eyes made a silent plea, begging for more. She knew Santana liked teasing, but she wanted Santana now. All of her.

She felt Santana's finger's brush over her breasts and she gasped. If anyone could drive Quinn crazy, it was Santana. She watched in the mirror as Santana cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently.

"You're more turned on than usual, Quinnie. Is it because of the mirror?"

"What, no…." Quinn exhaled as her green eyes found themselves glued to Santana's hands in their reflection.

"You like it when someone's watching, mm? Wanky." She suddenly pinched Quinn's nipples, twisting them and giving Quinn the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. Her smirk only grew wider as Quinn threw her head back and moaned in response. She pushed herself closer to the other.

"Take me."

"Right here, right now, you naughty girl?" Santana's voice was laced with amusement as she turned Quinn over, pressing the small of her back against the cold marble sink.

Quinn bit her lip, shivering at the sensation of the cold marble, her green eyes staring at her lover through her golden hair. Dark brown eyes held her gaze, and even as Santana moved her lips towards Quinn's breast, their gaze never broke.

Santana stuck out her tongue, a bare centimeter away from Quinn's hard nipple. She smirked as she saw how her other girlfriend held her breath. Then she gave the nub a soft lick. She watched as Quinn tossed her head back, wincing, a moan balancing on the tip of her lips. Both their desire multiplied tenfold.

She took the nipple into her mouth and began to suck softly, her right hand reached up to toy with the neglected nipple. She nibbled softly as she pinched, earning yet another moan from Quinn. Such music to the ears. She felt Quinn arch her body closer to herself. Santana loved it. She bit the nipple in attempt to coax another moan. And then she stopped.

Quinn's eyes were glazed over with lust and a little bit of shock. She wanted Santana, and she wanted her now. She was not about to tolerate any stopping at this point. Quinn quickly pouted, silently inviting Santana to continue.

"Baby, I came to shower," Santana chided playfully, "I should be getting clean, not dirty." The Latina took a step back to admire Quinn's beautiful pale body. Such perfect skin, perfect curves. She began to unbutton her dress shirt, smirking at Quinn as she did so. Her fingers were painfully slow as she peeled the cloth off of her body. She watched Quinn watch her with utter fascination.

Santana loved the way Quinn always stared at her body. It made her feel so fucking sexy.

Her hands reached behind and she unclasped her bra with a quick motion. She then proceeded to unbutton her pants, letting them slide down and pool around her legs. She pulled the string on the side of her thong, untying letting it float to the floor. Santana loved the look on Quinn's face.

"Come on, horny baby, let's shower~"

Quinn was even more aroused with Santana naked in front of her and now this? She pouted.

"But-" Then Quinn felt a finger trailing down her stomach, coming dangerously close to her most intimate places.

"Just kidding." Santana kissed her on the lips softly, "You're too cute to tease."

Quinn let out a disgruntled whimper.

Santana only chuckled, "I suppose I did come here to get wet."

Her lips curved into a knowing smirk on her face as she traced between Quinn's folds. She kissed Quinn on the lips, trailing her lips down the nape of her neck, over her breasts, down her torso, and then suddenly, onto her clit.

At this, Quinn dug her hand into the black locks in front of her, pressing her closer to her aching core. She felt a skilled tongue swirl around her swelling bundle of nerves. She shut her eyes and let out a low hiss. Santana was fucking skilled.

This was heaven. This was her everything.

Her breathing had become heavy, uneven, and her moans soon filled the bathroom. She wanted more. But it didn't come.

"Baby… Don't stop now…"

"Shh… I want a better angle." With a quick lift, Santana placed Quinn on the marble counter, "Spread your legs a little more for me, baby."

Quinn shivered at the words, obediently moving her legs apart. She watched with half-lidded eyes, filled with anticipation, as Santana's lips neared her clit once more. Only this time, Santana blew a stream of cool air onto the swollen organ, causing a shudder to run up Quinn's spine. It was painfully arousing. Quinn felt her body tingle. She didn't know how long she could take this anymore.

And so, Quinn reached down, taking Santana's hand in her own. She kissed each of slender fingers before trailing Santana's hand down her body. The raven-haired female watched with amusement as her own fingers were led between Quinn's folds, over her clit, and to her entrance. From there, Santana took control, pushing two fingers into the other.

"San!" Her name faded into another moan as she aimed directly at that singular spot she knew so well. She saw fingers tighten on the edge of the marble, body shaking, begging.

Her skilled lips once more attacked Quinn's clit. She could tell Quinn was close to a climax, and she was going to bring her over the edge. One last time.

She heard Quinn gasp and then break into a crescendo of moans as she climaxed, her walls clenching tightly around Santana's fingers. Santana thrust her fingers in and out a couple more times in a lazy manner, letting Quinn ride out the orgasm, before pulling them out. A smirk graced her face as she watched. She stood up, staring hungrily at Quinn's beautiful naked body.

Quinn was gasping for air, her chest heaving, eyes still half-lidded.

Instead of the usual kiss Santana would place on her lover's lips, Santana watched Quinn's expression with a wistful look. I'm going to miss her.

"Hn… Do you need the favor returned?" Quinn gave a small whimper as she was helped off the counter and into the shower stall.

"No, I'm alright, darling. I really need a shower and I think my baby needs a good shower too." Santana turned on the tap, holding Quinn in tandem. She kissed her cheek.

Quinn nodded in response, allowing the warm water to stream over her body. She laced her finger's with Santana's. "I love you."

"I know, baby, I know." I love you too.

"Are you staying tonight?" Quinn turned in the arms of her lover, running her hand through the other's now wet hair.

"Not tonight, darling."

"Please?"

"Baby… I really have to go. We can cuddle for a bit before I leave tonight. Around eleven?"

"Fine…" Quinn, as great of an actress as she was, could not hide the disappointment or dejection in her voice.

Santana responded with silence, running her hands down the side of Quinn's slender figure. Quinn moved a little closer to Santana, resting her cheek on the other's shoulder. She felt a soft kiss on the top of her head and she let out a small smile.

"I have to go, sweetheart."

"Please? Just a little more? It's only eleven thirty!"

"I said eleven, baby." Santana squirmed to get out from under Quinn on the couch. When she did, she pulled Quinn up with her. And she hugged Quinn. Hard.

Quinn returned the embrace.

"Baby, I'm sorry…" The confidence in Santana's voice suddenly left her.

"It's alright, darling. I understand you have work tomorrow and shouldn't stay too late…"

"No… not that…"

Quinn felt her heart skip a beat, but whether that was from fear or anticipation, she did not know. "What is it?" Was this what Santana needed to tell her?

"Quinn… I'm getting married."

The words rushed through Quinn's body, and she found herself frozen. She felt dizzy. Her arms fell limp beside her body.

Sensing the other's unease—an obvious understatement—Santana spoke up again, "Don't get it wrong. I still love you. We can still be friends… I just… want to focus on Brittany… And when I get married, I want to focus on that… Please, Quinn…" She felt a heavy weight against her body. And a heavy weight on her heart. "Quinn?"

Santana received no response. It scared her. If there was one thing that could make her feel so cold, it was hurting Quinn. It chilled her to the bone. Santana heard a sob, and her heart split into two, "I'm sorry, Quinn. I love you."

To her surprise, Santana found herself shoved away roughly, teary green eyes glaring at her. "I don't love you. Leave."

Her heart sank as she tried desperately to protest. "But-"

"Leave! Get out of my house, I don't want to see you!" Quinn grabbed the nearest object, which was a stack of magazines on the coffee table, and hurled them at Santana. And then she ran. She ran into her room and slammed the door.

Santana, having caught almost all the magazines before they hit her, tossed them aside on the floor and walked as calmly as she could towards Quinn's bedroom door. She gave it a soft knock, "Quinn… I'm sorry… I-"

"Go away. I don't want to hear your voice. I don't want to see you."

Santana felt tears well in her eyes. Why had she felt so happy when Brittany had proposed? And yet why had she felt so happy when she had Quinn in her arms? Brittany had been her long term girlfriend, but Quinn… She didn't know exactly what Quinn was to her. She knew she felt some sort of attraction to Quinn, and it felt like love. Why did she ever agree to an affair. Why did she accept the proposal. What was she even doing here, trying to break the news to Quinn and then wishing to see Quinn bless her happily? I'm a bitch.

"Alright, I'll leave," Santana murmured as she refused to cry. Santana Lopez surely had the power to control her own emotions. "I want to stay friends… Give me a call sometime maybe?"

"Leave!" Quinn shrieked through the door, "I don't want you! Go!"

Santana looked at the door, longing to see her little Blondie once more. But she knew better, she knew she wouldn't, and perchance, shouldn't. She turned around on her heels and walked towards the living room. She collected the few shirts and pieces of clothing she had kept at Quinn's guest room and put them into her bag. Then she took a small black velvet box and placed it on top of the cabinet near the door.

Her hand reached for the doorknob. She couldn't bring herself to leave, not with Quinn like this. But Santana knew she had no choice. With her eyes teeming with tears, slowly, reluctantly, she twisted it open. The door opened with a soft creak. She heaved a sigh, her heart heavy, and walked out.

She didn't notice the pained eyes, the tearful gaze following her out through the crack of the bedroom door.

Nor did she hear her name whispered from the lips beautiful blonde she loved.