Disclaimer: I don't own South of Nowhere or Glee because if I did, South of Nowhere would have continued somehow and Glee would make far more sense. RIB, I love you, really I do. Is it too much to ask for some damn character consistency? Quinn could be one of your best characters, the one kids could identify with, but you continuously throw her to the wayside for the boy-plots. So much for Miss Independent.


"Hey, you're a crazy bitch…"

"Babe…"

"Ignore it."

"But you fuck so good I'm on top of it …"

"It might be important…"

"What's important is where my hands are about to go."

"When I dream I'm doing you all night…"

"But what if-!"

"Mmhmm. You are welcome."

"Scratches all down my back to keep me right on!"

She smirked at the irony of the words, feeling the nails dig deep into her back as her fingers went to work. Arching up, she felt them slowly move down, etching new marks of possession to join the ones of old. A delicious shiver had them moving deeper, harder in response to her hands picking up the pace. To be honest, she loved how unhinged and out of character the blonde became when they were together like this, the possession and jealously she usually hid coming to the fore where no one could see but her. What? It was hot. The brunette continued worshipping her girlfriend, doing her best to distract her from the cell phone that was still ringing. But alas, it was mostly for naught as the blonde pulled away right after coming down from her high and grabbed the device, despite her protests. The brunette's eyes narrowed as she huffed irritably.

"Hello?" she answered breathlessly, trying not to sound as if her girlfriend's fingers were not still wiggling teasingly inside of her. The owner of those talented fingers groaned when she got no more of a reaction and forehead met collarbone with a frustrated growl, mumbling random curse words in Spanish. The blonde idly ran her hand through the dark locks in apology, focused on the phone. Taking what she could get, she relaxed, winding her arms around her girl, cuddling into her side. She couldn't have been there for more than a few seconds when the person on the other end of the line answered, causing her pillow to jerk up suddenly, ignoring the brunette's surprised squawk as she was thrown aside.

"Hey!"

"Not now, babe. Are you okay? Where are you?" Even as she asked, she was moving out of the bed, redressing herself, much to her girlfriend's disappointment. The brunette sighed but did so as well, albeit grudgingly, knowing there was to be no more nooky tonight. She couldn't stop the pout that formed at the thought.

"From now on I'm either hiding that thing or turning if off," she swore, pulling on the pants she had been wearing before the night of fun had begun. She was again ignored in favour of more clothes. "Whatever's about to happen better be worth me not gettin' any. Or I'm gonna be pissed as all get out in the morning." Finished dressing, she sat back on the bed and waited for her other to acknowledge her, eyes tracking her as she paced back and forth, trying to find all her clothes. She couldn't stop the smug grin that blossomed even if she wanted to. The blonde was lucky her lingerie hadn't been torn apart when she had opened her robe to reveal them initially.

"Okay, alright. Don't leave. We're coming to get you." She hung up with a deep sigh, turning sad blue eyes onto her annoyed partner. That broken look combined with those eyes and that face should be considered a weapon for its effectiveness at making her do things she really didn't want to do and she felt her annoyance slipping away like sand in a tide.

"What happened and who do we have to pick up?" she said, already grabbing her keys and wallet. "What a waste of a perfectly good Friday…" She looked longingly back at the still messed up bed.

"You know I love you right?" she replied, giving the other girl a kiss for her trouble. The brunette snorted but went along with it anyway, resting their foreheads together.

"I know. C'mon. You can give me the details on the way there. And for the record, I'm so mad at you right now."

"It was an emergency! If I promise to reward you when we get back, will you forgive me?" And there was 'try-and-resist-me-now' look number two: the sexy pout that somehow promised a night of debauchery at the same time. And especially from this angle it was downright devastating to her resolve.

"You really need to stop doing that. I can't say no when you do." The pout turned into a smirk that had her nearly ripping the clothes back off and throwing the blonde back on the bed.

"But it's too much fun watching your control go to shit when I do."


So while basking in the bubble of awesomeness that is Faberry and Achele (I don't care what you say, those two are too damn adorable together even if they aren't dating), I ran across a tumblr that was talking about Spashley. And suddenly it hit me like a frickin' freight train, Spencer grew up in Ohio. And the bunny rolled on from there. I know it's short but that's the point. I couldn't add more without giving some things away since I like the slight mystery of this chapter. This is just a tease for the next one and to see if anyone was interested in a Glee/South of Nowhere mashup.