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AN: A bit of a short chapter, more will come soon. Also, I realized I made a few mistakes in chapter 2, Mercedes and Tina were already suppose to be married – so I went back and fixed it. Mercedes is now and Tina is still set to be married in the fall. :-) You can re-read it if you'd like.

Clothes were gone the moment those words left Quinn's mouth. A second later Santana had Quinn pressed against the wall, Quinn's leg wrapping around her waist. Two fingers slid into her without mercy and both groaned in pleasure. Quinn rolled her hips as Santana's fingers continued to stroke in and out, fingers curled and palm dressed against Quinn's clit.

"So wet for me," Santana kissed along her neck and left marks up and down, third finger added as Quinn called out her name. Her walls clenched and she felt Quinn's first orgasm ring out, name screamed as her nails dug into Santana's shoulders.

"More, don't stop. Bed, fucking Christ bed." Santana had never heard Quinn swear, in fact Quinn was usually set against it. Santana wasted no time in taking Quinn where she wanted to be, she was drunk but not gone. "Let me feel you, please." Quinn's hands slid down Santana's sides before gliding her palm down Santana's stomach. "Are you wet for me?"

"I'm always wet for you, Oh god." Santana hissed in pleasure as Quinn's fingers dipped to her clit, Quinn rubbing in circles. Both girls fingers slid inside and out with ease, body's rolling together as their lips pressed.

"Yes, harder!"

"Oh right there, i'm gonna – fuck!" They both rocketed together and slowly came down, small teasing strokes as Santana let her body relax. They curled against each other and continued to kiss slow, and nuzzle each others cheeks. "I love you." Santana smiled and kissed the tip of Quinn's nose, her liquor induced haze but a thing of the past.

"You made me cum twice, I should return the favor." Quinn giggled as Santana found a ticklish spot, "don't do that."

"We don't need a score card, I don't care how many times I make you scream my name." Quinn's eyes went wide and she hid her face in Santana's shoulder.

"Everyone probably heard us, god."

"That was some colorful language you had going there, I even felt dirty." a hard slap to her arm had Santana laughing, pulling Quinn closer to her body. Pulling the blanket over them and smiling as Quinn rested her head on her shoulder. Santana sighed happily as Quinn's hand circled her belly, humming a small song that was in her head. But the song ended when she felt Quinn's hand slid back down between her. "Baby,"

"I still need you, my body is buzzing – it wants more."

"Are you sure?" Santana's hips rolled as Quinn found her hard clit, smiling. "fuck."

"You want me still, inside you or maybe a little tongue and cheek?" Santana shivered at Quinn's words, and moaned as Quinn trailed her tongue down the side of her neck. Fingers leaving her clit to play with her breasts,"You want me to take you hard as I work my tongue over your hard clit, sliding inside to taste all of you." Without warning Santana had bucked and came hard, but the strange part was – Quinn hadn't been touching her clit at the time. "Did I just make you cum with my words?" Santana had no words to sum up the way she felt right now. She squeezed her eyes shut and took a few calming breaths, "Babe?"

"I love you Quinn Fabray, and oh my god yes you did." Santana was finally able to move, her arm pulling Quinn back against her. "You're an amazing woman."

"I love you too Santana Lopez and you make me the happiest girl alive."

Brittany sat beside Mercedes and Tina on the couch, laughing and looking down at their hands. It had been to long since they had all been in the same city, let alone the same room. She smiled and held onto Tina's hand – eyes fixated on that ring. "What happened between you and Santana, you both were so in love and-"

"I don't know," Brittany had always been confused by things but this – Santana and Quinn? That she had not seen coming, because she could have sworn that Quinn was straight. Not like it mattered, she was happy for her friends.

"Girl, we have to find you someone. My man's got a sister who is-" Brittany laughed and shook her head.

"No thanks, I think I'll stick to the single life. As Jeff Foxworthy would say – Stay intoxicated nightly, get laid everyday."

"That's the spirit." Artie wheeled up next to the girls and smiled, "looks like the couples have all separated for the night. Minus of course Tina and Mike here, so Puck and Rachel?"

"I have no idea what the deal is with them so we'll ask Rachel in the morning. Now, lets continue bonding and exchange tales of conquests, whose first? Finn, how is your marriage going?"

"Um, it isn't going. Its gone-" They all turned towards Finn with shock. "She's sleeping with her boss, so I'm taking our son and kicking her to the curb. I found out last week and haven't confronted her yet."

"Are you going to let her see Tyler?" Tina asked concerned.

"Yes, god I would never take that way from him. I just can't be with someone who cheated on me, it feels so close to my life from before. I- I have bad luck when it comes to relationships." Kurt walked over to him and took his big brother into a hug. "Sorry I didn't tell you, lets change the subject – hows Blaine?"

"Persistant, he wanted to go to Boston to get married. I told him I want to get married here and until New York passes that bill – the answer is no. He's becoming annoyed with me but i'm firm with my decision."

"Good for you, if he loves you, he'll wait." Mike smiled and gave Kurt a clap on the shoulder as he walked by. "So Mrs. McPone, any other news on the marriage front?"

"No Mr. Chang, if you're all wondering about kids- the answer is not yet and yes we are trying."

"Girl you better call me the second after you tell Nate!" Kurt smirked and plopped down next to her as Brittany got up to mix herself another drink.

"More, don't stop. Bed, fucking Christ bed." The group burst out laughing, Brittany blushing.

"Was that Quinn?" Tina was blushing as Mike pulled her in closer.

"I think so, wow." Mercedes signaled Brittany to turn up the music. "Lets not hear any more of it." It didn't help.

By the morning Quinn and Santana were woken by a soft knock on the door, it was Brittany. She giggled at Quinn's bedhead and jumped in between the two former cheerleaders. "Rachel made breakfast, everyone got really drunk last night and passed out. That was some colorful words you had going on, Q."

"Speaking of screwing, what's up with Rachel and Puck?" Santana ran a hand through her hair and sighed, "not that I ain't happy Rach is getting it on, because its about time – but its Puck."

"Gonna have to ask her that, I don't know. I was told to come wake you two up, because breakfast is ready." Brittany kissed them both on the cheek and jumped up and ran into the hallway. "Their up and getting dressed, Quinn has fuck me hair."

"BRITTANY!" and Santana couldn't help herself and broke into giggles.

"They know we made love, Q." Quinn's eyes softened and she leaned in and kissed Santana.

"I don't think that was making love, but we can do that later. Lets get breakfast."