Obviously I don't own anything from Glee. Or do I? Mwahaha. I don't.

Santana Lopez peered through the crack in the door at her flatmates Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray wrapped around each other in an entanglement of legs and arms on the sofa.

'Oh Jesus,' she muttered to herself as she suddenly burst in on them causing both of the girls to jump.

'Santana!' Rachel exclaimed 'you scared us.'

'So what Berry? It's a Sunday afternoon and I wants to get my soaps on except I can't because of you two lovebirds taking up the only available sofa.'

'She's right you know,' came a high pitched voice behind them, belonging to Kurt Hummel – the fourth and final flatmate 'we live here too.'

Rachel looked up apologetically at Kurt whilst Quinn ignored the pair of them, continuing to watch television. Kurt sighed.

'Looks like we aren't going to get a space anytime soon,' he quipped. 'We may as well go out and get a coffee,' he suggested to Santana.

Rachel caught Santana's eye before she looked away quickly.

'Huh? Okay whatever you say Hummel,' Santana said, her eyes attached to Rachel. She turned away, leaving the two girls to it.

Santana reluctantly followed Kurt out of the door as the stepped on to the chilly, grey streets of New York.

'Where are we going exactly?' Santana asked as Kurt wrapped his scarf tightly around his neck.

'Starbucks,' he shrugged 'where else?'

Santana rolled her eyes as they stopped off in the coffee shop across the road from them. The warmth hit her like a heavenly ton of bricks and after taking in her surrounding she felt her stomach twist in half; Brittany S. Pierce aka the love of her life was serving people coffee behind the counter. She had to rub her eyes just to be sure she wasn't seeing things – no, fuck - that was definitely her.

'Shit,' Santana muttered to Kurt 'we can't be here.'

'Why not?' Kurt asked looking around for the reason. 'Oh.' He finished raising his eyebrows in surprise.

'Let's go,' she said.

'No,' you have to face her sometime,' Kurt said bluntly and he walked on ahead to order a double espresso.

Santana swallowed as she followed him.

Back at the apartment.

'I just don't get what her problem is,' Quinn Fabray said in an irritated tone.

Rachel stayed quiet whilst her girlfriend let out her rant.

'I mean she has all week to lounge around and watch her Spanish soaps, she's the only one of us who doesn't have a job!'

Rachel squeezed Quinn's stomach gently.

'Okay neither do you,' Quinn said 'but you did right up until the news.'

Rachel smiled warmly patting her own stomach gently. Quinn kissed her on the forehead and then softly on the lips.

'I'm sorry but you know how much she irks me,' Quinn sighed.

'I know baby,' Rachel said sympathetically and she ran her fingers across Quinns cheek.

Quinn looked down into Rachels light chocolate eyes and ran her fingers up and down Rachels arm.

'You know,' Quinn said, a grin spreading across her face 'whilst they're gone…'

Rachel stared back into the blonde's intense hazel orbs and caught their meaning. She slowly raised her head so Quinn could kiss her and soon their tongues were intertwining in each other's mouths. Rachel drew her fingers under Quinn's shirt and along her stomach up to her chest; she wasn't wearing a bra. Quinn groaned as Rachel found her left nipple and ran her fingers over it before squeezing it gently and making it hard. She repeated the same process with the other one.

'Fuck,' Quinn breathed as she undid her shirt to give Rachel less restriction with her breasts.

As soon as Quinn's breasts were exposed before Rachel, she put one of them in her mouth and laved it with her tongue making it glisten with her saliva. Whilst she did so, she slid her free hand down Quinn's trousers and on to her warm center making Quinn arch her back. She stroked her fingers between Quinns legs before putting her hands inside her pants and feeling Quinns slick and already wet folds.

'Jesus,' Quinn groaned, pulling Rachel up to kiss her.

Rachel did so, while working her fingers against Quinns swollen clit and between her folds.

'Fuck me Rae,' Quinn said, a hint of begging in her voice.

Rachel continued to rub against her wet folds.

'Please?' Quinn said, no unable to hide the desperation in her voice.

Rachel bit her lip and slid her finger inside Quinn as the blonde let out a low moan and clutched Rachels back. Rachel slid a second finger in and without a moment's hesitation started to fuck her girlfriend.

'Oh, fuck, right there…' Quinn growled as her girlfriend fucked her against their sofa.

Quinn closed her eyes tightly as she felt herself on the edge and it only took a few more stroked of Rachels thumb on her clit whilst her fingers were deep inside of her to send her right over. She held on to Rachel tightly before falling back on the sofa, pupils dilated and breathing heavy.

'I love you Rachel,' she whispered in her ear.

Rachel smiled.

'I love you too Q.'

Back at Starbucks.

Santana mustered all her strength and followed Kurt up to the counter. The moment she did, Brittany turned around to serve them. Her fragile blue eyes stared into Santana's dark ones and Kurt had to cough twice before Brittany noticed him.

'I'll have a double espresso please,' Kurt said nodding and he turned to Santana who was still staring at Brittany. He waved his hand in front of her face. 'Santana, what do you want?'

'Oh, I'll just have a coffee… black,' she said, a million miles away.

'Sure,' Brittany said smiling and she wrote the order down on the cups and handed them to her assistant, a handsome guy which bright green eyes and dark hair who had not gone unnoticed by Kurt. He absent-mindedly handed Brittany the money as he smiled at the boy.

'I'll just wait over there…' Kurt said leaving Santana and Brittany to it.

'You're working here?' Santana asked.

'Well… yeah,' Brittany replied 'I thought that was kind of obvious.'

Santana shook her head.

'You know what I mean,' she said.

'I needed a job and they hired me,' Brittany replied 'I applied for NASA but I think the application might have got lost, I don't know how reliable the post offices are in space.'

Santana let out a small smile.

'Right, but New York Britt? It's a long way from home,' she replied.

'I know, but my Uncle lives here and I thought I needed a change, or something?'

'I understand,' Santana sighed.

Kurt tapped Santana on the shoulder and gave her, her coffee.

'I'm going to sit over there,' he said as he gave her a sharp look to say not to leave him sitting alone.

'Look I have to go keep Hummel company but do you maybe want to hang out sometime?' Santana asked, her heart picking up the pace.

'Maybe,' Brittany smiled.

Santana smiled back and walked away. Why did she ever break up with her? She was so stupid. She sighed as she sat down next to Kurt.

'Didn't go as you'd planned?' Kurt probed.

'What do you think?' Santana took a sip of her coffee 'I hurt her; I have no right to expect her to forgive me.'

'Well she's in New York now, that's all I'm saying,' Kurt replied taking a sip of his own.

Santana frowned.

'What's that on your coffee cup?'

'A phone number,' Kurt beamed.

'From who?' Santana demanded.

Kurt nodded shyly towards the boy behind the counter chatting to Brittany. Santana raised her eyebrows.

'Oh him,' she smirked.

'What's so funny?' Kurt snapped.

'Nothing, it's just I think we'll both be coming here a lot more often…'