Background: This is all after graduation, the only thing that has changed is I had Santana move to LA with Mercedes.

A/N: I own nothing except my ideas. This is rated M for smut and language. Italics are a flashback or something like emphasis.

I'm thinking this will be a three shot/ four shot kind of story. It'll be short; just a quick love story between Santana and Quinn. This is really just my version of what happened the "I do" episode. This story popped into my head and I wanted to see what people's reactions would be. So let me know : )

"Fuck Quinn," Santana's moan was breathy and desperate. She never thought someone could feel just good as Brittany; but here she was: Quinn Fabray. "Ahhh!" She screamed out, her body falling into Quinn's who was clinging to her anyway.

"Don't s-t-top Santana, o-ok," Quinn's jaw dropped as Santana's fingers dug deeper, "Oh god, don't stop!" they were sitting up in the hotel bed room, legs tangled, fingers knuckle deep in each other's cores, hanging onto each other like they were the only thing keeping them up; which they were. Quinn felt Santana's body starting to shake uncontrollably and she heard the other women's breaths getting shorter and quicker. "Mhmmmm, ah-ah-ah!" Santana's voice had never gotten so high before and it didn't take long for her to feel her liquids gushing out onto Quinn's fingers and soak the bed as well. "Quinn!" Quinn didn't quit, she drove her fingers in much faster, causing the Latina to violently shake and stutter out her sentence. She trembled, she threw her head back and she fisted Quinn's hair. Quinn followed soon after, letting everything inside of her go and she fell back on the bed as Santana continued to pump her fingers in an out of her.

"Sh-San!" The blonde cried, her body was quivering and she shut her eyes tight trying t stay in control. No one had ever made her feel like this, and she didn't think anyone ever could. Santana bent over, getting a much better position and leaned close to Quinn's ear,

"You look so damn sexy right now," She husked, her breathing still erratic. "Cum for me, Q!" As much as Santana wanted to collapse and catch her breath, she wanted to make the blonde beneath cum like she never had before.

"Santana!" Quinn lost all control and her body arched high off the bed, she grabbed the sheets, and her eyes shot open, just to roll back anyway.

"Yes Q, that's it." Santana cooed, with a few more thrust of her fingers she slipped them out and watched as Quinn quickly snuggled into the Latina's chest. "Mhm, maybe a four time thing in 3o minutes?" Santana asked running her fingers through Quinn's hair and latching her mouth onto Quinn's neck. Quinn smirked,

"Definitely."

Santana snapped out of her daydream; or her memory. It still felt like a dream. She still couldn't believe that she'd had sex with one of her best friends, not that it was something she wasn't known for… but it was Quinn! The girl who she had a slapping match with at least once a year, the girl that was supposed to be all high and mighty on everything sweet and holly. But Santana couldn't help but admit that she liked the way Quinn looked when she crumbled under her. She enjoyed the way Quinn touched her. And that morning when she woke up to the blonde peacefully sleeping in her arms, she'd never tell her this, but she couldn't help but place soft kisses all over her face and shoulders. She ran played with her hair while she watched the women sleep and she couldn't think of anywhere she would have rather been.

Santana had had sex with plenty of girls; there were too many "experimental" girls on campus as it was. She was no stranger to one night stands, so she couldn't fathom why the hell she could not get her mind off of Quinn. It had been a whole month and they hadn't even talked: see? That right there! Why did she care, she didn't care. She couldn't care. Santana had been waiting for the day where she could never see Quinn again; they always had a frieneme type of relationship. She was still waiting for Brittany to come to her senses and dump trouty mouth, and then she could move to LA and live with her and Mercedes. She walked down the streets of downtown LA until she reached her and Mercedes loft apartment. And her jaw almost dropped when she saw a familiar blonde sitting on the couch with Mercedes. The two girls turned their attention to Santana,

"Hey," Mercedes said calmly. How the hell could she be calm about this? How could she let Quinn in. Mercedes knew how confused Santana was feeling at this time in her life, so why would she let her into the house. Better yet, why was Quinn here? Santana's heart began to race, maybe she'd been thinking about her just as much. Maybe it was killing Quinn to not be around Santana after their night together in Lime. Maybe…

"Hi," Santana said as Quinn waved. "Q, what the hell are you doing in LA?" Santana blurted out unable to hold the question in.

"Well," Quinn stood up and walked closer to Santana's eyes instantly skimmed up and down the blonde's legs.

Those legs.

"You know that professor I was telling you about?" Santana nodded.

"The one who you said was going to dump his wife for you, just for him to dump you for his wife?" Santana wanted to make sure they were talking about the same guy. "Yeah, I totally remember you mentioning him once or twice." Santana folded her arms.

"He moved here… he teaches as CSU… and they're having problems again. He wanted to get together with me." Santana glanced over Quinn's shoulder to Mercedes who was rolling her eyes dramatically. It hit Santana. Quinn didn't care about her, she just wanted that damn perverted professor.

"You traveled all the way to LA to meet up with a married man?" Santana blinked. She started to remember one of the main reasons her and Quinn never quite got a long. "What the actual fuck? You cannot be serious right now, Q."

"What?" Quinn glared at Santana and then turned her attention to Mercedes. "He says he misses me…" Santana sighed loudly.

"You're his play thing Quinn, we're out of high school, and this "I need someone to love me" crap is getting really old and seriously pathetic." Mercedes got in between the two.

"The point is Santana, she's here and she wanted to stay with us. And besides, we're all family? Or something like that, right?" Santana muttered under her breath.

"I'm guessing you're staying with Mr. Perv?"

"She'll sleep on the couch." Santana shoots a gaze at Quinn.

"What's wrong with his place?"

"Well, until she moves out-" Santana chuckles loudly. "I'll be in my room."

"Fine," Quinn says sadly. With that Santana shoved passed the two and went to slam her door shut. She needed to get away from the fuckery.

Santana skipped dinner, instead she ordered take out and texted Mercedes to bring it to her. She just couldn't stand to be around Quinn right now. She didn't want to sit there and listen to her brag about the professor and his charm. She didn't even want to imagine him and Quinn together… he didn't deserve her.

Wait. Wait. Fucking wait!

What was Santana thinking about? Did she really just say that? "No," She whispered to herself. "I don't fucking care, it's not like she does." Just then her door opened and Quinn emerged.

"I come-"

"Wanky," Santana interrupted, taking advantage of Quinn's hesitant speech." Quinn rolled her eyes, enjoying the smile that was wiped onto Santana's face.

" Baring Mexican food," She said slowly while closing the door behind her. The fuck? She asked Mercedes to bring it in to her for a reason. Santana was quiet; she had nothing to say to Quinn. Well, actually she had a lot. But she would never utter those words to the blonde. "Your room is pretty nice… it is small but at least your bed is nice." Quinn pointed to the Queen sized canopy bed Santana had purchased when she first moved out here. Santana glanced over at her bed as she held her spot against the wall. Most girls did like it, they thought it was romantic. And nothing turned a girl on more than romance, which is the exact reason why the Latina bought it. The bed was large, obviously with an enough room to move around and try new things. When Mercedes and her went shopping for the material to go on top the final decision came down to what color would make a girl want to sleep with her more. They ultimately decided on a large red sheer sheet that screamed 'fuck me!' The sheets hung down all four sides of Santana's bed and were tied together with black lace ribbon, giving it a very seductive look. "It looks like you," Quinn stated, "I bet you get laid a lot with this kind of bed." Santana chuckles, "I'm actually getting pretty turned on just looking at it… is it soft?"

"You could find out." Santana whispers, motioning her head to the bed, welcoming Quinn to sit down. Despite Quinn's want to try the bed out, her feelings for Santana had grown in the last month and she didn't trust herself to sit on the woman's bed without moaning or wetting her panties. So she just shook her head.

"I'll take your word for it." Santana clears her throat, and takes the Mexican food from the dresser where Quinn had left it. She was starving. "Mercedes, I and going to this… get together. It's not really a club, it's more like a sophisticated party… we want you to join us." Santana raised an eyebrow. Did she want to go? Not with Quinn, she didn't want to do anything with Quinn. But honestly, she needed a drink.

"What time?"

"In about three hours."

"Yeah, sure." Santana shrugged her shoulders. "Why not?"

Quinn and Mercedes were in Mercedes room talking about old times and future plans. Gossiping and laughing, finally Mercedes had to ask Quinn, "Why are you messing with a married Man, Q?" The room grew silent and Quinn just looked at her, trying to figure out her answer. "I know Santana can be harsh, but that's how she reacts when she cares, you know that. But she's right, he's playing you for the naïve girl you are."

"I am not naïve, he loves me."

"He loves his wife, Quinn. Maybe." Mercedes adds. Quinn scoffed,

"You can love two people at once! He's going to pick me," Frankly, Quinn no longer wanted Stanly. Every since the night with Santana, she felt connected to the Latina. The way Santana held her after it was over, and how when she woke up the Latina was watching her…

"Stop staring!" Quinn blushed, did she have something on her face.

"No… it's kind of hard to not stare at you, Fabray." Santana bowed her head at it rested in her palm. "You're like a different type of beautiful… one I've never seen before." Not even in Brittany. Quinn blushed even harder. She wanted to tell Santana that she thought she was beautiful too. She wanted to tell her that she loved how tough Santana could be one minute and then mushy gushy the next. But only towards certain people. She wanted to tell her that she liked how opened up to her tonight, like she never had before. She made Quinn special. But instead she threw the covers over her head to hide herself. She heard shuffling in the bed and warm arms wrapped around her slowly, soft hands pulled the covers back and a light kiss was placed on her forehead, then her nose. Then finally to her lips. She felt plump lips press against her sweetly, she felt a hot pointed tongue begging for entrance as it rolled over her bottom lips. And when her lips parted, the two tongues massaged and danced. It wasn't long until Santana's tongue took over completely and was stealing Quinn's breath with every peck and swap. Santana pulled away, not much, but enough to take Quinn's lower lips between her teeth and tug on it slowly, sensually. A whimper escaped Quinn's throat and she wondered why her and Santana had spent so many years fighting when they could have been doing this. It was much more enjoyable then slapping her over a guy. Finally Santana stopped kissing the blonde and pulled away, she giggled when she saw that Quinn's eyes were still very much closed. Her lips were still parted and her breathing was hitched. "Quinn," Santana whispered. The blonde opened her eyes and smiled for a second, having Santana this close to her raised her temperature by like 50 degrees. And it was already hot in the room from their previous acts. "I've never kissed any like that," The Latina stroked Quinn's cheek. "I've never made love to anyone like that," When those words left her mouth Quinn just smiled harder. Made love. She liked how it sounded. Santana moved to start kissing her collarbone with care, causing Quinn to moan once more.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt, Santana either."

"Santana's not going to get hurt. Why would she?" Quinn asked. Mercedes realized that she might have said too much.

"Not her, she doesn't want to see you get hurt either." Mercedes just saved her own ass real quick. Quinn nodded her head when it grew quiet.

"Don't worry about me, I'm a big girl Cedes." She smiled and leaned in to give her a hug. "Im gonna go get dressed, ok?" Mercedes nodded and said she would to. They believed in being fashionably late, but it was an hour into the get together and they figured that they should get going.

Santana stepped out of her room in a very short, skin tight cheetah print dress. She had on matching black wedged ankle boots. Her hair hung down, tickling her small of her back. Her makeup was done perfectly, black Smokey eyes, red lip stick, hoop earrings, and a smile to match. Quinn began to wonder how Santana could pull off this outfit without looking like a hooker. But she was. "Classic!" Mercedes laughed out as she grabbed her bag. Mercedes was looking fierce with her side bang and short bob haircut, dressed in a all black dress that hugged her curves and made her look good in all the right places with a pair of red pumps. While Quinn wore a lime light green dress, that flared out at the hips and has floral print all over it. The dress had speghtti straps and Quinn's hair was blown over her shoulders like a model.

"I think we have a new unholy trinity." Quinn chuckled when Santana came into the circle and posed.

"We look damn good." Santana turns to Mercedes. "If you weren't you, I'd probably hit on you tonight." Mercedes hit her playfully before shouting,

"Lets go!"

They get together ended up being in a ware house. "Where the hell are we? This is like the part of the movie where the killer comes out and our car magically won't start." Both women turn to look at Santana. "Then Quinn trips over a tree branch or a better yet, a leaf while we run, but inevitably me and Mercedes die first because we're minorities." Santana says in her usual nonchalant voice.

"In defense to white girls everywhere, I wouldn't trip. I'd kick the bastard." They all laugh getting out.

"C'mon San, it's supposed to be nice." Mercedes says as they get out of Quinn's car. "Dean invited us, and he has the best parties." Dean was one of the guys that were helping Mercedes with her record deal, getting her connections and what not, networking and all that good stuff.

And nice it was. They had a V.I.P section that Mercedes was on, and they turned the floor into a ridiculous dance floor, there was a DJ and a bar completely with every type of alcoholic beverage you could think of. Couches and chairs were lined up against the walls, along with tables and colorful lights. The three instantly headed to the dance floor.

After about three hours they were tired and their feet hurt. So they sat in some chairs in the V.I.P section talking. "Q, he better at least be cute." Mercedes said.

"He is. Oh my god, Cedes! He's absolutely gorgeous." Santana rolled her eyes and took a long sip of her drink, downing it in seconds.

"Mhm, cuz I'd hate for you to go through all this trouble for someone that wasn't even a looker." Santana sat back in her chair, baffled by this whole conversation. Her eyes kept finging their way to Quinn and she wanted to know why the blonde the way she did. Why she thought of herself the way she did. It had been like this since middle school. Sure, Santana slept around because she was scared of people finding out she liked girls, and more importantly, Brittany. But Quinn? She dated anybody and everybody that showed her even the slightest bit of affection. She didn't understand. Santana raised her glass.

"Can I get another Martini?!" She shouts, the servers were moving too slow and this conversation was progressing fast.

"He's good in bed to. It's incredible, you." Santana can't help but groan, she was literally in pain listening to this.

"San, you ok?"

"I'm good. I'm good. I'll be better when I get," she paused, getting louder. "Another drink!" A few servers turn their heads to her and she is quickly rushed a few more drinks. "Fucking thank you." She downs those in minutes.

"Maybe you should ease up, San." Quinn steps in.

"Maybe you should go to hell." Santana blurts out. Quinn brushes it off. Santana is very much drunk right now. She didn't know what she was saying. Mercedes shakes her head,

"So, what's he like?" She asked excitedly. Santana's mind was blown. Not only was Mercedes egging Quinn on, she was encouraging the blonde's ridiculous decision to continue to go after a married man. Quinn began to smile even harder. She banged her glass down on the table in frusation, forcing down another shot.

"He's like 6 foot, and he has black hair, with blue eyes to die for. He smokes a pipe-"

"You mentioned that already. Does smoking a pot make him Brad Pitt?" Or better yet, Angelina Jolie. Quinn's eyes shifted down, then back up to Mercedes.

"He's sweet, and he always knows exactly what to say." Santana gritted her teeth, she couldn't sit here and listen to this for much longer. It irked her that Quinn couldn't see that could do better. It was like Brittany and trouty mouth all over again, she was being left for a guy that couldn't even use his tongue right. She chuckled to herself; if she were straight she'd have much better taste in men. But then again, she obviously didn't have good taste in women.

"Except for, "I'll divorce my wife"." She spat out, Snixx was out and full of rage.

"Santana!"

"It's fine Mercedes. Santana's drunk."

"I'm just being honest Mercedes, and she knows it. She talking shit and the guy she's talking about it shit."

"Not everyone is into girls, Santana. Ok? Can you get over the fact that we slept together?" A silence washed over the three and Santana drew back a smile before getting up.

"I'll be in the car."

"Quinn…"

"I know, I know…"

Quinn felt bad for her lie. She talked about Stanly so much because she wanted so desperately to like him. She wanted so desperately to think about him at night instead of the Latina. She just wanted to feel normal again. But in a strange way she did feel normal, but this "normal" feeling was starting to become a burden because whatever was going on with Santana just confused her. It was better to ignore it. But she knew she had to apologize to her friend.

Santana was in her room undressing when Quinn walked in. "I want to apologize for what I said-"

"No, no, no. No need to apologize, Q." Santana said. She pulled up her shorts and stared at Quinn. "We both were lonely that night, that's it."

"W-What?"

"You needed someone to fuck you so you'd feel like you were worth something. I needed someone to help me get over Brittany for the night. After we had those drinks you actually started to look better than her, so I figured you would do for a few hours." Tears stung Quinn's eyes and they fell without her permission. "It meant nothing. No harm, no foul." Quinn folded her arms,

"You don't mean that,"

"Yeah, I do. We fucked each other very well. We needed sex." Santana yawned. "Why would I want someone like you?" And with that she climbed into her bed. "Can you leave now so I can go to sleep? I have class in the morning." Quinn turned her back quickly and rushed out so she could cry silently.

The end! : )

Of this chapter.