Who Tops

Pairing: Quinn/Santana

Summary: Quinn and Santana make a bet to see who should be the top.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee nor do I own any of these characters.

They were rolling around in Santana's bed trying to pin each other down. They've been pushing each other and fighting for dominance ever since they came home from Cheerio practice. It was Friday and Santana's parents were out and wouldn't be back until Monday, so Quinn decided to stay over for the weekend. They've been going at it until Santana fell off the bed with a thud.

"Oh my God, Santana!"

Santana groaned in pain.

Quinn slowly crawled on top of her and straddled her, covering her face with light kisses and checking for any bumps as she ran her hand through her girlfriend's hair.

"Ugh…This wouldn't have happened if you just let me top you already!" Santana grumbled.

"But I want to be the top!"

"No way, Fabgay!"

"I'm not gonna put out anymore unless you agree to be the bottom."

"You're bluffing. You can't last without sex either."

"I had enough practice. You're talking to the former president of the celibacy club here," Quinn fired back.

"Key word being 'Former.' Besides, the only reason you were able to last that long without breaking was because guys didn't turn you on at all. Plus, you were far too repressed back then to do it with a girl. Now that you've accepted your lady loving ways, I doubt you'd last as long. Especially now that you've gotten a feel of my sweet lady kisses."

"Whatever. The point is I could last longer than you, at least."

"You wanna bet on that?"

"No! No no no no no! You're only going to make us both suffer and die of sexual frustration!"

"So you're admitting you can't last without sex?"

"Of course I can last without sex!"

"Then I don't see why you don't want to accept the bet."

"I can live without sex…it's just that I don't want to." Quinn said, blushing madly as she looked away.

"Oooh! Can you say that again? Just let me take out my cellphone so I can record this historic moment when Quinn Fabray actually admitted that she wants sex."

"I just want sex with you," she cooed and then added after a slight pause," and no, you can't record that because I'm not going to say it again. I sounded too sappy back there."

"Fine. So, the bet is-"

"No! We will not make a bet about this!"

"Well, you should've thought of that before you challenged the Santana Lopez."

"The Santana Lopez?"

"Shut up, Q. Anyways, the bet is whoever can last longer without sex will get to be the top."

"No."

"Why not? You afraid you're gonna lose?" Santana teased.

"No, I just don't want to waste this perfect opportunity of having a sex marathon with you! Your parents are gone, and we have the entire house all to ourselves for the whole weekend, and you want to make this bet now of all times."

"Oh please. I doubt either one of us could last the entire weekend without jumping each other. For sure one of us would lose the bet before the weekend ends anyway."

"But, Saaan."

"C'mon! It'll be interesting to see how much of a horndog Quinn Fabray has become after being with me. I mean, I understand though. I have magic fingers! Oh, and I'm good with my tongue too. Also, I'm smokin' hot. You can't resist me."

Quinn rolled her eyes at this and sighed in acceptance. There was no talking her way out of this. All she can do now is win this bet, which wouldn't be too hard considering Santana is horny all the time. All she has to do is be all seductive.

She smirked devilishly.

"Bet starts now."

"Good."

Quinn took off her shirt and then her bra as Santana's eyes widened.

"…"

"What was that? I didn't quite catch that." Quinn said with a smirk, thinking 'wow, that was even faster than I expected!'

"Fine! You win!" Santana muttered.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Quinn whispered as she leaned down to kiss Santana.

They made love to each other the whole night with Quinn being on top, of course.