A/N: That's that... Uhm. Little smut thingie I was talking about. Just a filler and I'm writing on the next chapter already. Thanks for reading so far.

Now it hurts much more - Chapter 2

Santana stayed home for the rest of the week. When she went back, it seemed everyone knew about what happened. Though Quinn somehow managed to keep the Glee-kids in line, because no one was overly questioning.

Her father also came out of his office and started working again, yet they didn't talk.

As soon as she wasn't surrounded by people anymore, Santana still seemed as mentally unstable as it can get. She still broke down frequently and cried herself to sleep almost on a regular basis, but the difference was that Quinn was there to help her, to hold her when she felt like she was breaking down and to lay with her until she was sound asleep.

Quinn asked her mother if she could stay at Santana's house, and since Judy had always adored Santana, she gladly allowed it.

On friday, the two girls were going to be alone until saturday morning, because Santana's dad always worked late on Fridays and was off the rest of the weekend.

They came home after glee practice and Santana was a little irritated because they wanted to talk her into letting them sing at her mom's funeral.

Basically she wasn't angry at Quinn, but she was the only one around who she could take it out on. So she started yelling at the blonde, who didn't react to it.

When they were upstairs in her room, Quinn had already changed into her pyjamas and sat at the edge of the bed, watching her girlfriend walking out of the bathroom. They didn't say anything and Quinn couldn't bear the silence. "Santana, do you need anything? You haven't been talking much about... it." She finished off the sentence very quietly.

Santana didn't respond and continued looking for something in her dresser next to the bed. Suddenly she steadied herself forward on the dresser, breathing heavily. The slightly taller girl stood up and was behind her immediately and wrapped her arms around the dark-haired girl. When she heard another shaky breath escaping the other girl's mouth, Quinn tightened her grip around her waist. Santana's legs buckled and Quinn had to hold up her and the other girl's weight. Quinn slowly lowered herself down to the floor, pulling Santana with her.

Once again Santana started sobbing into the blonde's shoulder, though this time it didn't last as long as the times before. She wiped the tears away from her face with the back of her hand, smiled shyly and glanced at Quinn's lips for a little too long.

Without question, Quinn had felt needy for the past two weeks - nothing but small pecks on the cheek - but not by any means she was going to push Santana.

The dark-haired girl cupped Quinn's face and pullied her into a sweet, badly needed kiss. When the blonde felt the familiar warmth of Santana's tongue in her mouth, she felt much better than she had before.

Santana broke the kiss to get up from the floor and pulled Quinn after her, just to push her back on the bed again. Santana straddled the blonde and didn't hesitate a second to take her tank top off. She slowly kissed down Quinn's neck and bit down on her collar-bone, causing a low whimper from the blonde. She thrusted her hand straight into Quinn's soaked underwear and smirked at the moan she got as a response. Santana swiped through her dripping folds and soon Quinn's eagerness showed. The blonde started moving her hips against Santana's hand, greedy for release.

As much as Santana liked teasing her girlfriend, she was pretty horny herself and she came closer just watching Quinn worked up like that. So she decided she wasn't going to let her wait any longer.

"Touch me..." The dark-haired girl asked sweetly and Quinn obliged gladly. As soon as she started, Santana knew she wouldn't last long.

Santana pushed two fingers inside the writhing girl underneath her and started circling her bundle of nerves also in a steady pace. When Santana lifted her head, Quinn had squeezed her eyes shut and she was breathing shallowly.

She smirked and whispered into the blonde's ears "Look at me, Q."

And a few seconds later she looked into hazel eyes that had darkened with desire and pleaded her for release. Quinn's body tensed and Santana felt her own release building up. Quinn clasped the bed sheets with one hand and worked faster with the other.

With one last thrust she pushed her over the edge and involuntary spasms shot through her body. When Quinn moaned 'Santana' she also collapsed over the blonde.

And that's how they laid for the rest of the night. Eventually they entwined their fingers, but didn't bother to change positions, because that's how they felt comfortable and that's how they felt safe.

Yeah, thanks again for reading, guys. :)