This one for santana12226! Sorry it took so long to be published but you know how it is, writers block! So I hope it is all that you wanted and that you enjoy this one!

Inspired by the scene in the episode 2X05 of Orphan Black, if you watch the show yall know what I'm talking about!

Disclaimer; Still not mine 'cause if it was, Glee wouldn't be such a mess!


Santana was mad, no scratch that she was furious, fuming even. She couldn't believe that Blaine would be so inconsiderate of her, yes she could be the most dramatic person to be ever encountered with but that did not mean that she didn't feel hurt when the man she loved openly flirted with every skirts in her presence.

And again, yes, in the past she had over reacted over something that never happened but this wasn't it. She had a reason to be enraged, to have other girls flirt with him was one thing, she could easily cut those bitches with a single swift movement of a perfect trimmed eyebrow. But to have him respond to their seduction when she could clearly see him was something she will not allow, accept or endure. He will have to learn to not cross Santana Lopez.

"I really don't see why you over reacting like that Santana, you're always acting jealous!" Blain exasperatedly let out as he turned his back to her.

They were standing in their living room and she could imagine all the different ways she could murder him with the objects nearby.

Her eyes reduced into slit. "Do not patronize me Anderson. I know what I saw! And I am not acting nor am I jealous but I am seething right now!"

Blaine turned back to her, eyebrows raised, his eyes wide open and both of his hands reaching in front of him. "Over what exactly?" He questioned.

"So who's turn is it to act now?! You are really gonna pretend you don't know why I'm so angry right now?" She brought one hand to her hip, cocking her head to the side and raising her right hand in the air.

Blaine slowly exhale "I still don't get why we're fighting right now." He explained, his voice low.

"Ok then, let me dumb it down for you. I hate it when other girls are flirting with you, I also dislike it when they even remotely look at you with some desire in their skanky eyes. But what I abhor even more, is you responding to them. Using your dick like a fish pole, reeling them in!" While delivering her speech, Santana had made her way closer to Blaine, grabbing his face she continued. "And you know why, because you all don't seem to get that this ass is mine, and I guess if I can't get it through those whores heads, I might at least teach you a lesson instead. Make it clear once and for all to who you belong!" She glided her hand to the back of his head, fisting his hair and pulling backward. "Tonight, you're finally gonna learn." She let out menacingly.

His eyes squinted questioningly. " San…"

But she cut him off before he could finish. "Shut up. You will not be speaking or doing anything else, unless I say so. Hear me?" She rhetorically asked him as she moved her arm up and down to feign him nodding yes to her.

She let go of his head. "Now go get a chair." She demanded him.

"What?" He asked.

"Did I fucking stutter, Anderson?" She snapped raising an eyebrow. Blaine did as told and brought the chair and placed it behind her.

She sat and crossed her legs. "Now step in front of me and take your clothes off." She calmly demanded.

Blaine stepped before her with a questioning look on his face. "You want me to do what?"

"Now Blaine, do as I say. I won't repeat myself, it'll be better for you trust me." She let out intimidatingly.

He didn't know what to do exactly, he stood before her holding her stare. He knew that he could put a stop to this but something told him that he should just go with it. Plus something was presently throbbing inside his pants so he moved his hands and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Take your time love." Santana told him condescendingly. Blaine stopped for a second before continuing with a slower pace.

"Good boy." She patronized him "Now take it off." And he did so, Santana took her time eyeing him with an approval look on her face.

"Now pants." She instructed him. Blaine undid his belt buckle, undid the button and pulled the zipper down before pushing his pants down and stepping out of them. At this moment his erection was even more evident, Santana's eyes travelled his body before resting at his member probing his boxer brief.

Appraising him "Take it off." She commanded, never tearing his eyes from his crotch. He did so, standing fully exposed before her. Blaine could feel the heat of her stare and he resist the need to touch himself.

"Come closer to me" She told him as she uncrossed her legs, Blaine took a step forward, standing in between them.

Santana grabbed both of his thighs, nails digging in his flesh making him wince. She raised her eyes at him and slowly got up from the chair, her face inched away from him. Blaine could feel her hot breath dancing on his skin, his heartbeat pounding harder against his chest as the pressure in his erected penis started to become unbearable.

Santana bent down and started to lick from his navel, roaming upward his torso until she reach his neck and bit into it. Blaine let out a cry of surprise.

"Oh c'mon, don't do as if you didn't like it. And I know for a fact that none of those bitches would have you screaming like I'm about to!" She declared, moving her hands to his ass and digging her nails in the flesh.

She then placed her hands on his shoulders, spinning them around and pushing him onto the chair.

"Keep your hand behind the chair." She then instructed him as she raised the tight skirt she was wearing, hooking her fingers on the elastic band of her panty and pushing it down.

Santana straddled Blaine's thighs. "How bad do you want me right now?" She asked him as she took off her shirt.

"I want you." Blaine responded, licking his lips.

"But I asked you how bad." She gave back rubbing her hot center on him.

Blaine closed his eyes, his jaw tighten as he couldn't help but grind into her in the search of more sensation.

"I asked you a question and you better answer me, Anderson." She growled into his ear.

"I want you so fucking much!" He exclaimed, opening his eyes to at her.

"Do you want any of them?"

"No, I don't."

"Who owns that ass?" She asked holding his gaze.

"You do." As he answered her question, Santana raised her hips and abruptly lowered herself onto him.

"To who do you belong?" She asked, hips rocking.

"You." Blaine let out in a grunt.

"Who fucking owns you?" She demanded, her movement becoming more frantic.

It was becoming difficult for Blaine to respond, his breaths became shallow "Y… you"

"Say my name!" She commanded, fisting his hair and pulling his head backward.

"Santana!" He groaned as he felt her walls clenched around him, he followed after rocking his hips a few times.

"And don't you forget it." Santana spoke breathlessly.