Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Glee or the characters, doesn't mean we can't have some fun with them

Thanks for all your great feedback! And that you like the story so far! I got some commentary on the structuring of the paragraphs so I tried to cut it down way more. Hopefully it will be easier to read that way. This chapter switches between Santana's and Quinn POV


Santana POV:

''Soooooo'' Elaine started. ''I couldn't help but overhear. She's finally going to do you the favour of letting you woo her?''. She wiggled her eyebrows for added effect.

Slightly irritated, I looked up from where I was sitting. ''Quinn is my friend Elaine. Contrary to some I don't fuck anything with a pulse''. Usually my snark was enough to get her to back off but not tonight.

She'd been drinking which always made her annoyingly giddy. ''Oh come on Santana. It is obvious that she likes you. You two have been calling non stop the last few weeks and when you're not speaking to each other your phone is buzzing like a vibrator. Besides, I saw the shade she was throwing me when I put my hand on your shoulder. That wasn't regular friend-shade. By the way, you like here too, babe''.

Regardless of whether Quinn had caught my little slip, Elaine obviously had. She was legitimately bugging me by now. It was clear to myself that I had a little crush on Q. That wasn't anything new though. Q had been my internal coming out so to speak. I think every lesbian has that one girl. That girl because of whom you knew for sure that you are gay. Well, Q was mine. No way I was about to tell Elaine that though. We got along surprisingly well and were getting closer each day but we weren't at the point where I wanted to share my emotions or anything.

''Suit yourself San, but I don't go around calling my friends babe''.

I decided that offense sometimes was the best defence. I stood up and sauntered over to Elaine who was standing by the door. I kept walking to her until her back was pressed against the door and I was standing flush against her. I looked down at her lips and for a moment I thought she was going to lean in and kiss me. I moved my lips to just beside her ear and whispered. ''But don't you want me to call you my babe?''. She gulped.

The next moment I felt two hands press against my shoulders and she gave me a little push. I took a step back in response.

''Nice try Santana. I must admit you had me questioning my heterosexual ways there for a bit. But I think I'll stick with the big p. You should try that trick on Quinn though. She so going to fall for that. Now where's that laundry of yours?''.

I laughed and went to grab my laundry to hand to her. Maybe Elaine and I would become good friends after all. I could use some that I didn't want to sleep with or vice versa. And this girl had some spunk.

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Quinn POV:

I can't believe it's almost Thanksgiving already. The first few months at Yale have really flown by. I was quite worried at first having to start all new, without my friends or any social status. On the other hand I loved the fact that I got to start all new with no strings attached to my messy past. College truly was different from high school. At Yale people appreciated me for my intelligence and talent rather than just because of being head cheerleader or pretty. Don't get me wrong, people still tell me I'm pretty when trying to hit on me but my appearance isn't the thing I'm defined by any longer.

Even my short-lived affair with David, my psychology 101 professor, didn't get me a shallow reputation. I'm not proud of it but I had some trouble adjusting to my new life. That is definitely over now though. The power balance was just off and in hindsight it is super creepy of a professor to hit on his student. I don't really blame myself for it though, I was nervous being in a whole new situation and he isn't bad looking and gave me a lot of attention.

I must admit that I'm nervous to return to Lima again. I haven't been back since I left for college and do feel that I've changed since. Not as if I have become a completely different person all of a sudden but I have taken root in New Haven. My mom has been over to visit me one weekend but apart from the regular calls with Santana and the sporadic Skype call with Rachel I don't really keep in contact with anyone from Ohio.

I'm four hours in my trip and it is really taking forever. I have no idea why I opted to take the cross-country train instead of flying. I guess it was a warped way of trying to delay the inevitable. I was really looking forward to seeing San again though.

However I was also a bit worried whether this new emotionally balanced type of friendship would stand the test of us actually being in the same room. And then there is of course the situation of Brittany. Santana asked me to keep an eye on her when it comes to Britt and I promised I would but damn, I'd rather not. Ever since San and I started our regular calls I caught myself thinking about her more and more frequently, and in more compromising situations.

It is ridiculous. In spite of all my new friends at Yale, San was the best friend I could imagine. Sure, our conversations had some flirty undertone and at times a flirty overtone but that doesn't mean anything. It's Santana; she's like walking sex. She would be able to make a lamppost have the hots for her. I guess this trip is also a good time to figure out which parts of my feelings are friendly, which part is lust and whether there's something else there too. And to suss out what the status is of Santana's feelings for Britt. Quite the agenda after all.

It wasn't until 7 hours later that the train pulled into Lima central station. Hauling all my luggage off the train I took a cap home to see my mom. I told her she didn't have to pick me up since the train schedule in Lima isn't really reliable.

I checked my phone to see a message from Puck. Hey Q-ball, heard from Britt that you'll be home for the holidays. Awesome. See you at the auditorium 16h sharp tomorrow. P. I hadn't told Brittany that Id be coming home for the holidays so I assumed Santana must have told her. It was only to be expected that they were in touch. Why does that bother me?

These confusing feelings were really getting on my nerves. I shot Puck a quick text back telling him I would be there. I didn't really get why we had to meet at McKinley though, we were ay to young to be sentimental about a place that wasn't that much fun to start with.

I paid the taxi driver and was about to get my luggage from the trunk when two arms flew around me neck and a body was hugging me very tight. ''Quinnie! I'm so glad you are home!''. I sure wasn't the only one who had changed. My mom had transformed from this sad robotic type into an actual loving parent. I know she still felt so guilty for not stopping Russel when he kicked me out. Or helping me when she found out I was pregnant. Of course there wasn't really a way to turn back time but she had been a great mother ever since Beth was born.

''Hey mom! I'm also glad to be here''. That wasn't completely true but it wasn't exactly a lie either.

''Good good! Come inside, you must be tired from your travels. I still don't get why you didn't take a plane like any normal person would''. I rolled my eyes. Mostly because I didn't know the answer myself. After settling back in into my old room and having dinner and a glass of wine with my mom I was totally beat even though it was only half past nine.

''I'm going to bed mom, I could use some extra sleep''. Once I got to my room I undressed, throwing my clothes across the room on an empty chair and slipped on an old sports shirt to sleep in. After completing my night-time ritual I slipped under the covers completely exhausted. As soon as my head hit the pillow I fell asleep.

I woke up a little later at the sounds of something hitting my window. Looking at my phone I saw it was 11.30 PM. I also saw 2 missed calls and 3 texts from Santana asking me whether I was already back in Lima and that I needed to come out drinking with her.

Something hit my window again, creating a knock. Some idiot was throwing pebbles at my window. This could probably only be one idiot. Pushing back the blankets I got out of bed and walked over to the window. Looking outside I saw Santana standing there, pebbles in hand. I opened the window and whisper-yelled at her

''San! Are you crazy? What are you doing?''.

She smirked up at me knowing she must have awoken me. ''You weren't answering your phone so I figured I'd stop by''.

''And you didn't use the front door because..?''.

Her smirk widened into a smile. ''Because I thought chances that you'd get dressed and go out with me would be bigger if I did something like this. Now, are you going to let me in?''. I rolled my eyes at her, the girl was surely crazy.

''Yes of course, I think my moms asleep though so you have to be silent in the hallway but I'm coming down''.

''What? No! That's not how these things work Q. Geez, don't you ever watch a movie? I'm coming up''. And with that she started climbing up the drainpipe of my house. I opened my window so she could get in. We'd done this lots of times when we were younger and I wasn't allowed out or see San. My parents thought she would be a bad influence on me. Guess they were right about some things.

She climbed through my window just as I was stepping back. She dusted of her very tight dress with her hands. ''That was a lot easier back when we were kids''.

''You weren't wearing those tight dresses and heels back then S'' I quipped.

She raised her left eyebrow and crossed her arms. ''That is the welcome I get after climbing up your freaking drainpipe to deliver you some nostalgic welcome to your old room? Really Q?''. I rolled my eyes again and smiled at her.

She looked really, really good. She was wearing one of her trademark tight and short dresses; it was navy with a light blue pattern across it. I noticed she was wearing the same navy heels she had been wearing in the pictures she send me a while back, which send a wave of warmth through my body. Her arms were all muscle without being to much and here face was as heavenly as always. She'd gone light on the make-up today, wearing only a little mascara and some lip-gloss. Not wearing any jewellery apart from some studs in her ears and a statement ring.

I was blatantly checking her out, scanning my eyes all over her body but she didn't seem to mind. ''I missed you Q. It's good to see you''. She opened her arms and I moved into them to hug her. My arms crossed behind her neck while her arms locked around my waist. I moved my head to lie on her shoulder and we stood like that for a while, hugging one another. The feeling of her body flush against me had me lightheaded in seconds. My heart was racing inside my chest before I relaxed into the embrace a little. My core was already getting wet of just being held by her. Reluctantly she pulled back from my embrace. Her eyes shot over my face, settling on my lips for a while before she was looking me straight in the eye. I exhaled.

''I missed you too San. I'm happy you're here''.

She removed herself from the embrace and started to walk over to the closet giving me a great view of her spectacular behind. She opened the door to my closet and started rummaging through my clothes. I was a little confused as to the purpose of her little expedition.

''What exactly are you looking for?''.

''Duh, something for you to wear. I'm taking you out remember. Not that I don't love the PJ's though. Especially the bottom part speaks to me'' she said with a wink.

Looking down I suddenly remembered I hadn't put on any pants and was basically standing there in a shirt and some very basic boxer briefs. Blood started rushing to my head for the second time in five minutes though now for a whole other reason. A blush appeared on my cheeks.

Santana was still standing over by the closet but had paused her search to just stare at me. ''No need to be embarrassed Q. I've seen it before''.

This only served to make my face redder. Does she mean that like she not interested? If anything, this little surprise visit had convinced me that I most definitely was physically attracted to Santana. Like, wanting-to-jump-her-bones attracted. In my mind I crossed figuring that out of my to-do list, not wanting to deal with the emotional ramifications of what it meant just yet.

''You can stop looking S. I loved your nostalgic entrance but there is no way I'm going out tonight, I'm beat. Also I don't think my mom would like it if it appears I snuck out of the house like a teenager after she went to bed''.

She looked at me with a questioning look for a while, closed the closet door and moved to my dresser. ''I figured you would say that so I made a plan B. Time for a sleepover!''. She started shuffling through my drawer until she found an old Cheerios training shirt.

I was just staring at her going through my things. If hugging her had this effect on me I don't know how I will be able to sleep next to her. Santana however didn't seem to mind at all. She turned her back towards me and moved her hair over one shoulder. ''Unzip me? I love this dress but it's not exactly easy to get out of by myself''.

I walked towards her. Before moving my hands to the zipper at her neck I rubbed them on my shirt hoping she wouldn't notice my cold sweaty palms. Convinced I'd warmed and dried them sufficiently I moved my hands towards the start of her zipper and pulled it all the way down to her lower back. I fought the urge to run my hands over the bare skin and quickly took a step back.

She moved her hands to get her dress of her torso and proceeded to slide it over her hips. The dress pooled at her feet. Santana stepped out of it and bend over to pick it up. Still with her back against me I could see the shapes of her well-defined shoulder blades continuing in a muscular back. She was wearing a matching pink lace bra and thong putting her tight, round ass on display.

It surprised me she was wearing such sweat pink underwear, not really something you would expect from her. She looked over her shoulder and smirked. ''Stop gawking and rather get me some shorts, there are none in here''. My head turned beet red again as she caught me staring for the second time this evening.

''I didn't bring any. I don't usually wear them anymore and since I didn't count on sleeping guests I didn't bring some with me. You'll just have to deal''.

She smirked. ''Then you're in luck tonight''.

She moved her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. I could see her slide the straps down and place it on the dresser. My body was legitimately on fire now, the heat in my core getting quite uncomfortable, desperately wanting release. My mind was fighting itself whether wanting her to turn around and really not wanting her to turn around.

Even though I'd always been curious what it would be like with a woman, Santana especially, I didn't want to do something to jeopardise this new friendship we were building. I also didn't feel much for being one of her post break-up bedpost notches. Santana pulled the shirt that had been on the dresser before her over her head and turned around. I was pretty sure my arousal was still emanating from my body in waves of heat but it seemed I wasn't the only one turned on given the pert nipples visible through the fabric of the shirt.

The tension between us was now almost palpable. The breeziness with which San had come into my room had disappeared almost completely. We've had a thousand sleepovers before. But that was when we were in high school. When Santana was still in the closet or already with Brittany. I just now realised I'd actually never slept in the same bed with Santana the single out-and-proud lesbian. The thought of the real possibility that something could happen between us without it being a momentous disaster right away didn't serve to diffuse the tension. Santana just stood there, silently looking at me with a inquiring look on her face, as if she was trying to find something.

''Well if we're going to make this a real high-school sleepover, we need to raid the liquor cabinet''. I could really use a drink if I was to get through this night without doing something stupid.

''I can concur with that idea miss Fabray'' San said with an official-like voice.

''We do have to be quiet down the hallway. Like I said, my mom is probably asleep by now''.

San opened my bedroom door and started to tiptoe towards the stairs. She whispered; ''Bedroom of Sleeping Judy is still the one on the far end I assume? How did you get her to agree with bedrooms on opposite ends of the house anyway, after breaking your celibacy pledge and all. Wasn't she scared of a repeat performance?'' We were sneaking down the stairs by now.

''I think that she realized that being pregnant and having a baby was anti-conception enough for me for years to come'' I whispered back.

She halted abruptly making me bump in to her. ''What the hell San? Give a girl a warning. Not like I've put in my contacts since you almost broke my window waking me''. I whisper-yelled. The feeling of my breasts only covered by one layer of fabric against her back had my arousal shooting up again to extreme heights.

She turned around quickly. We were standing face to face now at the foot of the stairs. Even in the dark and without my glasses I could see her face. Her eyes wide with sudden revelation. We were standing so close that I could feel her breath on my lips. My eyes darted down to her luscious full lips. It took everything in me to restrain myself from kissing her. It was as if she just now noticed that the position we were in didn't exactly screamed 'just friends' making her take a step back.

''You don't mean to tell me Q. That you haven't had sex since your first time with Puck right? Because then you must think sex is horrible. Which it isn't. Trust me''

Great, next to thinking about sex we were also going to talk about the topic. I huffed as I pushed past her. ''No Santana. I have had sex after that time with Puck''. It wasn't a lie. It's not like I am totally experienced all of a sudden but I did have sex with David and gotten pretty close to it with another guy I'd been on a couple of dates with. People at Yale didn't know The Virgin Queen but that didn't mean I was just going to sleep with a bunch of randoms.

I walked towards the liquor cabinet while Santana followed closely behind. She was obviously not done talking about this. ''You have? With whom? I mean, you've talked about dates but never about any of them staying over. Or are you more a quicky kind of girl?'' she chuckled.

''My sex life is not a pun Santana. I'm not the same girl I was when I live here anymore. Though being back here, stealing liquor during a slumber party with you does really make me feel like I'm 16 again''.

''Okay okay, I'll back off. No need to get offended. As long as it wasn't Berry I'm cool''

''Why? You want her for yourself?'' I quipped

''Absolutely. Those tights are my kryptonite. You know me so well Q. Now move over and let Auntie Tana see what goodies Judy has in store for us'' she drawled

''How do you make that sound so dirty?''

''It's a gift''. With that San moved next to me and kneeled in front of the liquor cabinet. She pulled out several bottles of wine, a bottle of vodka and some tequila.

''I assume that you still have some glasses upstairs''.

She grabbed the bottles of hard liquor, turned around and walked up the stairs. I watched her go up the stairs, wiggling her hips. She appeared rather unfazed by the fact that she was strutting through my childhood home in nothing more than a thong and a skimpy T-shirt, while my mother was asleep in the other room. Once she reached the top of the stairs she looked back over her shoulder. I was still standing at the foot of the stairs with a bottle of wine in my hands. ''You coming?''

Santana had already found the shotglasses when I entered my room. I closed the door behind me and locked it, just in case my mother woke up. I know it was slightly ridiculous since we'd been enjoying some wine together earlier this evening but still I didn't want to risk her finding us having a booze party. San handed me a shotglass filled to the rim with vodka. ''To us Q. Still the hottest bitches her''. I raised my glass to my lips and poor the liquor down my throat. The familiar burn of the alcohol send a nice warm wave through my body. ''So what now?'' I asked her.

''Now'' she husked ''you're going to tell me all your secrets''.

I laughed at her. ''No chance in hell that's going to happen''.

''Okay. Tit for tat. Let's make it a game. I get to ask you questions and you have to answer truthfully or take a shot, comprende?''

''San. That's not a game. That is literally what you said before only with the addition of me getting drunk. If you're so hell-bent on this, why don't we play an actual drinking game. One known to mankind besides you''.

''Like, truth or dare?''

''I don't think I want to trust your wicked mind concerning those dares. How about Never have I ever?''

''That's just going to result in me getting drunk before you get to take two sips. So we'll play it my way. We take a drink of wine when we've done something but take a shot if we still want to do something. Just to keep it interesting''. I rolled my eyes. This was a very bad idea, but considering this is probably the best deal I was going to get I agreed.

''Before we start. We need some salt and lemon parts or anything resembling it 'cause I ain't drinking tequila without it. So you go get those Blondie and I'll just lie here looking gorgeous''. She spread out across the sheets. Moving to lie on her stomach with a hand lifting her head, her feet lifted up in the air. It was exactly the same position she was in the first photo she send me a couple of weeks ago. She shot me a heated look very much aware of the body position she had chosen. I willed myself not to look at her perfect ass again. Getting caught staring twice in one night was all my ego could take. I scrambled to my feet and mumbled something about getting the supplies while she turned around to lie on her back, smiling like a Cheshire cat. This promised to be an interesting game to say the least.

Once we were all set up I took a swig from the wine bottle and handed it to Santana who was looking at me rather curious. ''I'm just getting a head start. Like you said, I'm most likely not going to be the one drinking tonight''.

''I, for one, think you've become much naughtier than you let on Q. So we'll see about that''. Santana took the bottle from my hand. In doing so actively brushing my hand with her fingers. She looked me in the eye while raising the bottle to her lips and taking a big swig. I might be new to the girl-on-girl thing but I wasn't stupid. Santana was obviously flirting with me. ''Ladies first'' she said while putting the bottle down.

''Okay, let me see''. I wanted to opt for something requiring her to drink but not me.

''Never have I ever slept with Finn'' I smirked.

She took a swig from the bottle. ''Gross, please don't remind me of Lumps struggling on top of me. Sure you don't want to take a shot there Q? You know the rules''.

''I'd rather go through a thousand work-outs from Sue than sleep with Finn''. Compared to the way my body reacted to Santana right now, I'd rather do a thousand work-outs from Sue than sleep with anyone else at this point.

''Hmmm… Never have I ever cheated''. She smiled while watching me take another swig from the bottle.

''You're not drinking? Didn't you cheat with Brittany on like all of both your boyfriends?''

''Technically only Britt cheated on Artie. She iced me out when I was with Sam, Karofsky was just my big gay beard and Puck and I were never exclusive. So no I'm not the cheater here''. She winked after that last comment, making sure I didn't take offense.

''Well we all know I cheated. It got me pregnant and gave me mono so I can really recommend it''. I know I was being a little self-deprecating but she didn't seem to mind. Deciding that she wasn't the only one who could flirt I added ''I'd rather had gotten mono from the evil genius herself though''.

This apparently took her by surprise. She let out a little sigh. I could almost hear those weels spinning inside her brain trying to make sense of my comment. Her eyes darted to my lips for the second time this evening, while she unconsciously licked her own. This small gesture send a shiver down my spine. The tension that had diffused a little during our liquor expedition was back in full swing now.

I cleared my throat. I was getting curious now. ''Never have I ever…. had sex in the cheerio's locker room''. Santana laughed her delicious troathy laugh.

''Do you have a bucket Quinn? Britt and I used to stay late after practices to 'run some more routines' regularly'' she used airquotes around the 'run some more routines' to make her point. I was worried asking questions hinting at her and Britt would make her sad but she was really relaxed about it. ''Oh come on. You tell me you've never thought about it? Not once?'' she remarked when she noticed I wasn't taking a shot.

''Quite honestly; no. Other places; yes. But the locker room always smelled kind of strange''

''You're an intruiging lady Quinn. I'm going to find out about those other places'' she said while squinting her eyes at me. ''My turn!'' she called out, as if she'd been waiting to ask me something.

''Never Have I ever kissed a girl''. San lifted the bottle to her lips again taking a drink. Keeping an eye on me. I didn't move. She was clearly fishing whether I'd be interested or not. I could just flat out lie, telling I hadn't and had no desire to do so either. That however would be a big fat lie since my body had been screaming for an hour or so now to just go for it. She put the bottle down and eyed me curiously. I moved my hand towards a shot glass, which made her smirk. Before taking it however I grabbed the wine bottle from her hand and took a sip.

Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. ''No way? You wouldn't! When? Who? Where?'' she fired rapidly at me. ''How come you didn't tell me?''. A seductive tone entered her voice ''Did you like it?''

''Don't be so shocked S. You always tell me I want to be the best at everything. Well, I wanted the full college experience. So I made out with a couple of girls at Yale. I didn't tell you because it was before we started calling regularly and I didn't think to mention it''. I dropped my voice an octave, looking her right in the eye and said ''And if I liked it? I most certainly did''.

Her eyes were practically burning a hole in my head by now, making me quite shy in spite of all my earlier bravado. ''Stop gawking S'' I said mimicking her words from earlier. ''It's rude''. I could feel her wanting to ask me so many other things. Per usual, her ego restricted her to ask what she really wanted to know.

''I'm not gawking. I was just wandering when 'over the bra' Quinn is returning''. Apparently her ego lost out this time because she leaned in a little and asked in that same sultry voice ''was it just kissing, or…?''

''I believe that's another question San. It's my turn right?'' I said before taking another sip of wine. I needed to steer this game in some other direction.

''Never have I ever... done drugs''. San huffed and drank from the bottle. I didn't follow suit. This didn't seem to surprise her. ''You also not curious?'' she asked. ''Of course I'm curious. I do have an inquisitive mind and all. I just don't think it would be safe for me to go there''.

''That's half the fun. Live a little on the edge of safety Q. You just might like it there''. She thought for a moment before adding ''if you truly don't want to though you shouldn't. Don't let anyone ever pressure you into something you don't want. Even though I mock them, I like that you have morals''. She shot a sweet shy smile my way, as if she said something embarrassing. ''If you ever repeat that to anyone else I will deny it of course''.

Santana grabbed the bottle and took a large swig. ''Isn't it the idea that you say something first before drinking?''

''I need a little head start on this one, trust me. Never have I ever had sex with a girl''. She looked at me intently and handed me the wine bottle. I gulped. I took the bottle from her, her eyes once again growing a size, but then put the bottle down. She kept looking at me intently. Time to be honest Q. I grabbed one of the vodka shots and poured it down my throat.

''Wow. You sure did like it''

I felt that familiar warm feeling of the alcohol oozing through me once more. At this point I'd become a little buzzed. Not enough to be anywhere near drunk but enough to be a lot more relaxed. A little bit of the vodka had spilled over my fingers. Absentmindedly I brought my fingers to my lips and licked the excess liquor off, one at the time. At the third finger I looked up at Santana who had pulled her bottom lip between her teeth while giving me a heated look. I just now realized I was basically giving her a little show.

''That's hot'' she purred, her signature smirk right in place.

My intent to steer this game into another direction than the one it was obviously heading had fully disappeared with that last shot. I thought for a while about something I wanted to know from her. Being friends as long as we have been meant that we already knew each other's stories for the greater part. Getting rid of all my lingering scruples I started ''Never have I ever…. had an orgasm from penetration''.

This send Santana into a legitimate fit of giggles. I raised my eyebrow at here. ''I'm sorry Q. It's just strange to hear you say orgasm, but please hand me that other bottle'' she said while letting her hand rest on my bicep. She opened the second bottle of wine and lifted it to her lips to drink. ''Why did you ask by the way? You don't come during penetration?''

I shook me head.''I guess I just need a little more''.

''But you do orgasm right? Because if they're not willing to do anything to take care of your needs I will go all Lima Height on their asses''.

I laughed. I could totally imagine Santana giving David a half-English-half-Spanish rant on the importance of making me come. ''But you do? I mean, you did? With guys?''

''Who said anything about guys?'' she retorted.

''I don't know about your ladies but most I know don't really have the right equipment''.

She smiled ''you look at their equipment? Wanky. But there is apparently still so much I must teach you about lady loving''. This sent another shiver across my spine. I could imagine some very fun teaching methods.

''Oooooh'' San yelled out. ''I've got a great idea! Never have I ever taken body shots! I know for a fact you haven't so we're definitely doing some right now! Let's press those lemons''

Laughing at her own joke Santana got on her knees and leaned over me to get the salt and lemons. When she did her arm grazed my breast, making my head spin. She was so very close I could smell her perfume and I was almost certain she must be able to smell my arousal. Languidly she grabbed the needed items and pulled back a little, stopping right as her face was near mine. She waited for a moment, our lips being so incredibly close for a third time this evening, before sitting back down.

I silently exhaled the long breath I'd been holding. My heart thumping like I just ran a 10k. Trying to recollect myself I heard San explain the details. ''Comprende?'' I nodded my head, having no idea what she just said.

''Okay, I'll just show you first, lie down on you back and lift your shirt''. Wait what? What did I just agree to? Not wanting to let her know I wasn't listening because I was to busy trying to calm down my heated body, I just did what she said. She lifted my shirt a little till it was above my belly button, she dropped her head a licked a spot right next to it. This tiny gesture already almost sent me over the edge. I could barely catch the moan threatening to rip from my throat and squirmed a little under her tongue. She poured some of the salt over the spot. ''Now open up''. I opened my mouth and she put a piece of lemon in between my lips to hold. Holding one of the shotglasses on my abs she asked ''Ready?''. I nodded. A second later San licked the salt of my stomach, took the shot and lowered her lips just over mine to take the lemon part from in between them. She made sure our lips didn't touch completely. If they would have I don't think I would be able not to kiss her. She sat back up and pulled me into a sitting position as well. ''And that's how it's done. Ready to get up in all of this?'' she gestured to her body. I nodded once again, still not really able to form words. My body still tingled from the sensation of Santana licking my stomach.

She lied down, pulling her shirt up. She was now lying there in her pink lace thong with half a shirt, waiting for me to take a body shot of of her. This evening had surely turned into something unexpected entirely. I straddled her hips making sure not to get my core into contact with her bare skin since my panties were pretty much soaked by now. I bend down and licked a half circle around her belly bottom. Her skin tasted amazing. It made me wonder what the rest of Santana would taste like. I heard her breathing become heavy, I certainly wasn't the only one enjoying this a little too much. Putting some salt on the spot and placing a lemon part between her lips, I held the shotglass on her abs just like she had done minutes ago. I licked the salt of her stomach and downed the shot, moving up to her lips to take the lemon part out. Our lips touching slightly. I sucked on the lemon part to get rid of the nasty tequila flavour and sat up a little more looking down at Santana lying beneath me.

I spat out the lemon part. To hell with it all. It is damn obvious what we both want. Instead of getting off of her I bend down to her ear. Touching her earlobe lightly with my lips I felt her squirm. I whispered ''Never have I ever wanted to kiss you as much as I do now''. I licked her earlobe earning me a soft moan. I heard her sigh 'Q…' while moving my lips so they hovered over hers.

She grabbed my neck, flipped us over and closed the gap between our lips. All those times I wondered what it would be like to kiss Santana I had never thought it would be this amazing. The kiss started out tentatively, as if she was trying not to hurt me. I could taste the lingering taste of lemon and tequila on her lips. After a while she pulled back a little and looked at me. ''Are you sure you want this?'' she asked.

I nodded. ''I'm sure''.

It was all the confirmation she needed. She crushed our lips back together deepening the kiss immediately. My arousal washing over me like a tidal wave. I waved my fingers through her thick dark tresses, caressing the base of her head. Her tongue was tracing my bottom lip, asking for entrance. Opening my mouth her tongue slid in, meeting mine in a battle for dominance. I may be inexperienced in this department compared to San but I still was a HBIC, she was not going to overpower me that easily. She moved her right hand to my side, sliding under the fabric of my shirt. I felt her nails scratch a path from the hem of my shirt to right under my breast and back. Just kissing her made me feel like every nerve ending of my body was on fire

Santana detached herself from our kiss moving her lips to my ear. ''You're so hot right now Q. I just want to fuck you'' making another shot of arousal course through my veins.

''Please San. Just do''

I felt her lips curl into a smile. ''Say it'' she breathed against my ear. Her lips were now closing around my earlobe, gently suckling it.

I could feel wetness pooling between my legs. I didn't even know someone could make me this fucking wet. And she had barely even touched me. ''Fuck. Please San''

''Say it Q'' she said while halting her hand underneath my shirt.

I was already too far-gone to hold on to the stupid shred of pride that was preventing me from saying what she wanted to hear. I couldn't believe I was going to give in but the mix of alcohol and my steadily building arousal was definitely clouding any rational thinking skills that might have been left.

''I want you to fuck me Santana''.

This satisfied her. A second later I felt her body flush against my, her lips were sucking on my neck by now as she rolled her hips grinding down into my hot wet core. I felt a load moan rip from my throat ''San'', reverberating against her lips. She bit down my neck soothing the spot right after with her tongue.

Her breathing had become very erratic by now. She rolled her hips against my core again, effectively hitting my clit through my underwear. I bucked my hips up needing to get more friction. Moving my hands from her hair to her lower back I started sliding them up, taking the shirt she was wearing with them

''This needs to come off'' I grumbled

She sat up a little allowing me to take her shirt all the way off. My hand slid in between us cupping her breast as if it was made for doing just that. I felt my fingers close around the soft globe while my thumb brushed over her rock hard nipple. She let out a low moan, encouraging me to continue. I sat up a little and moved my lips to her other breast, sucking and kissing the globe before finally sucking her nipple into my mouth. I had known I needed to taste her skin again after licking her abs earlier. Moaning when I felt it hit my taste buds. Santana grabbed my head as to keep it there. ''Oh fuck Q. That's amazing'' she moaned. Santana's incredible breasts had me definitely convinced I was a boob girl. Still massaging her other breast with my hand I moved my mouth over to it. I placed some light kisses around her nipple before flicking it with my tongue earning me another moan from the gorgeous girl who I was pleasuring right now.

I had never expected it to be like this with a woman. Given my lack of experience I thought it would probably be awkward since I would have no idea what I was doing. This however felt very natural, like I was meant to be doing this all along. It also helped that Santana was very vocal in her responses, making it easier for me to know whether I was in the right spot.

She pulled me up by chin away from her boobs and laid us back down, her body on top of me. I grabbed the back of her neck, connecting our lips in another heated kiss. Her hands gripped the hem of my shirt lifting it up. I arched my back in order for her to take it of. Now we were both naked with the exception of our underwear. Her gaze settled on my breasts. Her eyes dark with lust and something else. Suddenly I felt shy being this exposed I moved my arm with the intent of covering some of myself. Santana grabbed my arm with her left hand and softly said ''Please don't. You are beautiful''.

I had been called hot, gorgeous, fine and so on plenty of times. Nobody however had ever stared at me that intently and called me beautiful. Santana moved her body back on top of me, our breasts now rubbing against each other. The feel of her hard nipples rubbing and writhing against mine will be etched into my brain forever. I felt her lips connect to my neck again; quickly finding my pulse point and sucking down hard. A bolt of electricity shot from my pulse point right to my clit. Simultaneously Santana rolled her hips down once more grinding into me. Not stopping this time but establishing a slow rhythm. Not giving me the friction I wanted I started moving my hips up every time hers rolled down. She had continued kissing down my neck to my clavicle when looking up at me with hooded eyes. Placing her hand right below my bellybutton she pushed down. ''Not so impatient Quinnie'' she said in a teasing tone.

Santana obviously let me have my dominance earlier and was now intent on making me beg for it. I didn't really care anymore if I had to beg or not. She continued the rhythm with her hips making sure to apply enough pressure to get me to the edge of an orgasm but not enough to send me over.

My hands gripped her shoulders tightly. My nails digging into her shoulder blades with her next thrust. She arched her back and hissed in pain. By now I had abandoned all shyness, hearing myself moan loudly. ''Oh my god, San!''. She sped up her grinding a little bit but still not enough to make me come. Her lips wrapped around my right nipple, flicking her tongue against the hard bud while her hand massaged my other breast.

My toes started to curl. ''Oooh San, I'm really close'', lifting my hands over my head grabbing onto the side of my bed. She slowed down her pace a little. ''Not yet Q''. Getting annoyed a little as I felt my impending orgasm die down for the second time tonight I huffed while looking down at her. She looked up just raising a brow, bringing her lips back to my aching breast. I threw my head back against the pillow; finally giving up the last bit of reserve I had left and just letting San take control.

Her hand stopped caressing me and a moment later I felt her hands on the side of my hips tugging at my panties. She looked up at me for permission. Giving her a little nod she slid my panties down and threw them behind her in the room somewhere. I saw her swallow thickly looking down at my fully naked form for the first time. I felt her shift around a little so that she was straddling one of my legs. Starting up her languid rhythm against my core again I felt my wetness spread across her bare thigh.

She kissed back up from my breast to my lips. Licking across my neck and placing feather light kisses along my jaw. She trailed her lips to my ear ''You're so wet for me Quinn. I love how you're slick pussy feels against me''.

Once she reached my lips she spared no time pushing them together, pushing her tongue into my mouth. A sting spread across my lower lip as she bit down on it, once again moving her tongue over it to soothe the spot. Making sure I wasn't as on edge as minutes earlier. Finally I felt her hand slide over my abdomen, making my muscles there flex. Her hand played a little with the few short hairs there. She slid her hands further down over my mound. When two of her fingertips finally reached my clit that had been throbbing pretty much since our first embrace earlier it was like fireworks exploded inside my body. Santana let her finger slide down a little further, covering them in the abundant arousal before sliding them back up to my clit.

I placed my hands on the side of her face pulling her in for a heated kiss while San kept rubbing my clit, swallowing my moans. I grabbed hold of her ass firmly when she slipped in one fingers at first and a second right after. Starting to pump her digits into me I rocked my hips in the same rhythm. Her thumb flicking my clit. Santana sped up her thumbing while sucking my bottom lip into my mouth. When her thumb hit my clit again I felt myself throwing my head backwards and closed my eyes.

''Oh god, oh yes, yes. Make me come San, please make me come''. I could feel her looking at me.

''Look at me Q. I want to see you come''.

I opened my eyes and stared into Santana's. Her eyes were nearly black with lust. While staring into my eyes intensely, she curled her digits, hitting that super sensitive spot inside of me, full on fucking me with her fingers and drawing me closer and closer to my climax. I arched my back of the floor before slamming it down again, my walls contracting around Santana's fingers, fingers digging into her scalp as wave after wave of orgasm slammed into me. San stilled the motion of her fingers but kept thumbing my clit, helping me ride out my very intense orgasm.

When the spasms of my inner walls had subdued Santana pulled her fingers out. Instead of just wiping them clean on the blanket she brought them to her lips, licking them clean. She moaned at the taste.

''You taste really good Q. Do you want to know?''.

How was it possible that this woman had me so wound up again minutes after the most earth shattering orgasm ever? I pulled her in by her neck for a languid kiss, tasting myself on her lips. She detached herself a little from my body, moving the blankets around so I wouldn't get cold.

''So that's why college girls experiment'' I smiled sated while looking at her.

She smiled a very self-satisfied, smug smile. ''And thank god they do''.

Her voice was still a bit hoarse, laced with residing lust. The realization of what we had just done hit me like a ton of bricks. I just had sex with my best friend. My very, very hot best friend. Who indeed is fabulous at lady loving. I could feel a little bit of panic settle into my lower belly. My body screamed at me to do it again, and again, and again, till we were physically unable to do it again. My brain was screaming at me to dismantle the situation as effectively as possible. The best prospect of not royally screwing up this friendship would most likely be to not do it again. Well, more like, not have sex in the first place but that option had passed. Santana and I had always been a very combustible combination. Adding sex to that would just be adding oil to a fire. My heart was also trying to add to my internal struggle but I most certainly wasn't going to figure that out right this second. Quinn, you're going to do the smart thing for once.

''You know it was fun and I always wondered what it would be like with a woman, but ah I don't know, I think for me it was more of a one-time thing''. It almost physically hurt me to utter the words. Just to have something to do while lying there gauging her reaction.

San laughed a little, probably assuming my statement had to do with expectations on her side. ''Look you don't have to worry. I'm not going to show up at your house with a U-haul''

She really was good at casual. I bit my lip a little. ''So what happens next?''

''Well since this is your house, I could get dressed and go. Or we could make it a two-time thing'' she said while looking at me seductively.

A two-time thing would be a perfect compromise between the voices of my body and mind. Besides, I really wanted to touch her this time. Be inside of her, make her wright, wriggle, jerk and squirm because of what I was doing to her. I put down the bottle and moved over to her, the blankets falling from my naked form. Having Santana watch me come undone as intently as she was had made me lose all diffidence. Reaching her, I pushed our lips together for a languorous kiss.

Pulling back after a while, my lips hovering slightly over hers I breathed ''I want to make you come as well''.

Santana kissed me with a more vigour as a response.

''Why don't we move this to the bed? It's may be a bit more comfortable''.

I sat up on my knees, letting Santana get an unadulterated view of my naked body. It was quite the surprise for myself that I felt this comfortable under her stare. My relationship with my own body can be described rocky at best. It was like a roadmap for bad events in my life. Though not resembling Lucy Caboosey anymore, I do still feel like her at times. My body shows the stretch marks from my pregnancy with Beth and the scars of my car accident. I had been uncomfortable with it since I can remember, also with sexual partners. Something about Santana and the way she looked at me though did make me not want to hide or be shy.

Santana POV:

Q grabbed my hand and moved us over to the bed, kissing me passionately before pushing me on it. As soon as my back hit the matrass she crawled over me. I loved this side of Q; all seduction, confidence and fun. I still couldn't really believe Quinn had just let me fingerfuck her. The image of her coming undone underneath me will be etched into my brain forever. I'm pretty sure that when I'm old and senile I might not remember my own name but I'll most definitely remember the look of pure ecstasy on her face when she finally tumbled over the edge, like the weeks of our flirty banter just all accumulated into that moment.

She pushed her naked body flush on my own, moving one leg in between mine. She hovered her lips over mine again; pulling away playfully a couple of times when I moved to capture them before letting me kiss her again. Her teeth pulled on my upper lip before her tongue moved into my mouth. She was just amazingly hot. I could feel her still, or again, very wet core on my thigh as she shamelessly started to ride it. She moaned into my mouth. My own core was now desperately aching for some release.

She released my sore and bruised lips, tracing the outline of mouth with two of her fingers. I caught them between my lips and sucked on the fingertips. Her eyes darkening by the feel of it. I felt her other hand trail up my thigh moving towards the place I so desperately needed her. Unceremoniously she moved my drenched thong to the side, not bothering to take it of and swiped two fingers through my folds, carefully avoiding my clit and let them rest at my opening, not quite pushing them in. I moaned against the fingertips in her mouth at the feeling.

She moved her lips to my ear. Her raspy voice penetrated the arousal induced haze I was currently in. ''I think you should help me a little Santana, since I don't have the experience. Why don't you show me what you want''. I moved my hand down to my own core to guide hers but her voiced stopped me. ''Not that way''. I turned my head to look at her a little confused. She looked into my eyes and then at her fingertips in my mouth.

''I want you to show me''.

She moved her a little further in my mouth while simultaneously pushing the fingers of her other hand a little further into my opening.

Holy fuck. Another wave of wetness covered my mound at the realization of what she wanted me to do. Who would have thought Quinn to be this adventurous? If this would be just a two-time thing she was obviously going all out. At this rate I was going to come very soon. I closed my hand around her wrist, pulling her fingers out of my mouth. Immediately she mimicked my actions by pulling her fingers out of my dripping pussy.

I licked my lips and moved two of her fingers over them, feeling her slide two fingers through my folds again, this time moving over my clit. I moaned loudly at the sensation of her tips grazing the swollen bud. Opening my mouth I slid two of her fingers inside my mouth, enveloping them with my lips, feeling her copy my move. I started to move her fingers in and out of my mouth at a steady rhythm, feeling her fingers slide up and down the inner walls of my pussy.

I was now effectively fucking my own mouth with Q's fingers while resulting in Q fucking me with her other hand. I pushed my tongue against her fingers to make them bend a little while continuing the rhythm. Her bent fingers hit my G-spot at her next thrust making my hips buck up against her. I moved her thumb to my lips and felt her move her thumb to play with my clit. I could feel the familiar pressure starting to build in my lower abdomen signalling me that I was getting close to my climax.

Sucking another one of her fingers in my mouth Q added a third finger, stretching my inner walls to accommodate them. I sped up the tempo of her fingers. By now Q was fucking me at a rapid pace, her palm hitting my clit at every thrust spreading a little shock through my body at every turn. Little white spots were starting to form behind my eyes. Quinn must have sensed I was on the edge as well because she pulled her fingers out of my mouth resolutely replacing it with her tongue while keeping fucking me. The feeling of her tongue against mine combined with the force of her fingers hitting my G-spot had my orgasm explode into me. I felt my toes curling and my whole body stiffened up for a second before letting go, shaking into my climax. My walls contracted around Q's fingers, arousal gushing out of me. Her mouth swallowing my moans. She kept moved her fingers, drawing out my orgasm. I turned my head away to the side, away from her hungry lips and repeatedly yelled out her name.

She let me come down from my high before pulling her fingers out of me, draping her hand casually across my chest.

''That was crazy Q. Are you sure this is your first time?''

She smiled down at me. ''Pretty sure San''.

A blush formed on her cheeks. It amazed me how this girl could go from a professional seductress to shy in under 30 seconds. I moved my head up to kiss her again.

''No seriously. That was amazing. You are amazing''.

She laid her head on my shoulder; placing light pecks on my jaw. ''You know, I thought about fucking you like that for a while now. I whipped my head to like at her.

''You thought about us having sex before tonight?''.

''Yes obviously. You are very hot Santana, I don't have to tell you that. After you send me that first photo I kept thinking about how you lips would feel on mine. Imagining it were your fingers inside of me instead of my own. About plunging my fingers into you, kissing you, licking you''. Quinn stated it in such a casual way as if she was talking about the weather instead of her touching herself thinking about us.

Especially that last comment peaked my interest. Usually straight girls weren't eager to try eating another girl out. I bend my head down capturing her lips for the millionth time this evening. That mouth had the capacity to tear me down turned out to be exceptionally kissable.

Breaking the kiss I looked at her ''Well , let's see if we can act out some of those other fantasies as well''.