"I didn't know I was coming here until I saw the house." Marley's eyes frantically scanned Santana's face for any evident unwelcome gesture.

Santana swallowed and nodded, not knowing what she should say to that. She bit the inside of her cheeks and pursed her lips, trying to ignore Quinn's judgmental stare next to her.

She took a moment to observe Marley. Her mind a blaze of images; memories from the intimate moment she had with Quinn's sister. She couldn't deny how beautiful Marley was, despite her best efforts to do so in her mind. Her blue eyes looked deep into hers as if she could see the very essence of her soul, and she even took a moment to savor Marley's fear because it was cute.

"Well, this is definitely a surprise." She stupidly said, a nervous smile curved her lips. "A really nice surprise."

From the door Marley looked down at Santana, smiling with exasperated amusement. "Totally."

They stared silently into each other's eyes for almost a whole minute, like the damn world had stopped revolving. Well that was until Quinn's voice was heard again.

"So..." She began, her eyes moving between the two of them. The seriousness that replaced the smile she had on her face just a moment ago was kind of shocking to see. "How did you meet?"

Marley descended the four stairs until she was standing right next to Quinn.

"Remember that girl I told you." She said to Quinn, and Santana noticed a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Santana just stood there, watching them; her heart was beating fast, almost like she had two hearts frantically beating in her chest instead of one because she didn't know what the hell Marley meant by that.

Quinn's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at Marley, confusion flashing in her hazel eyes—and she looked adorable. Then the blonde seemed to finally realize something and her face has changed, but it didn't change for the better. Quinn's frown only deepened.

"Oh," Her voice was so soft Santana barely heard her, her head turned to her but her eyes did not move.

Santana's heart kept trying to pound its way out of her chest, wondering just how much Marley told Quinn, but judging by her face, it seemed like she told her sister everything about that night.

"Yeah, she was the girl who stopped Jake." Marley reminded her quietly.

Santana supposed that Jake was the asshole who tried to hit her, she didn't remember her boyfriend's name. If he still was Marley's boyfriend anyway, she really doubt it.

Marley's eyes met Santana's for brief second and Santana didn't really know what to say at this point. It was all so weird and she felt uncomfortable at that moment.

Quinn then smiled, she gave her sister a smile Santana hadn't seen before and her eyes found hers.

What was more weird though, was the fact that Quinn seemed to be disappointed—fiercely disappointed. Her eyes were saying things Santana wasn't ready to face yet so she looked away.

"I'm going inside so you two can... catch up." Quinn informed. She gave them one last—really weird look before starting to walk toward the door, leaving Santana in the trail of her perfume.

It wasn't until the blonde disappeared inside the house that Santana could finally breathe a little easier. She was a bit taken aback, to say the least. Quinn's reaction was highly unusual.

"You never called."

Santana's face fell, she turned around to see a smiling Marley. She didn't seem to care that much, but her eyes were saying otherwise.

"Sorry, I—lost your number." She gave Marley a shrug and an apologetic smile, even though they both knew she was lying. "But you can give it to me again tonight." Santana used that sensual tone on purpose, wielding it effectively. She was such a sexy character on her own, and she knew it.

Marley blushed a bit and smiled and nodded, that sweet smile Santana so liked that night when she met her. But even though, no one can deny that her smile had nothing on Quinn's smile. Santana still couldn't see the resemblance between them aside from the fact of course that they were both really beautiful, but they were beautiful in different ways.

Marley was pretty, she was honest, likable and Santana could tell that she had a good heart too. She was beautiful, stunning, she was adorable.

But Quinn—Quinn had the kind of beauty that intimidated the hell out of her. She had that kind of subtle, elegant sexuality and a strong and fearless character. Quinn had the most beautiful smile Santana had ever seen in her life; a smile that stole her breath away every time she looked at her.

She had the kind of beauty reserved for works of art, and she thought once again, how damn lucky her brother was.

"Let's just go inside." Santana told her after a moment of silence, she placed her hand on the small of Marley's back to guide her back inside.

The moment they walked in, Santana could hear the voices and laughs and could feel the happy atmosphere.

She placed her hands back into her jacket pockets as she kept walking with Marley to where the noises came from. They were all sitting on the terrace outside in the backyard, sharing some light drinks just like Quinn told her.

She bit her bottom lip nervously as she approached everyone. All eyes were on them immediately.

"You're late again lesbro." Puck joked, but he seemed happy, and Santana guessed because he was sitting way too close to Rachel.

"Shut up if you know what's good for you." She threatened.

She saw two empty seats between Puck and Quinn, and of course she sat next to her friend as Quinn's gaze followed her every move. She sensed it, even when she wasn't looking at her.

Marley sat right next to her.

"So what are you guys drinking?" Santana asked, trying desperately to make conversation.

"Wine." Rachel answered, and by the look on her face and tone of voice, it seemed like she already drank what her body was capable of.

Actually, looking at everyone around this table, Santana could see that every one of them was a little tipsy. With Quinn's exception, there was a glass of water in front of her. Maybe because she was driving?

"Want some?" Her brother asked with a small smile.

She thought for a moment, but then quickly decided it was a bad idea; with Quinn and Marley here and some alcohol her head would go crazy and she didn't want to do or say something inappropriate.

So she shook her head right away.

From the corner of her eye though, she saw Quinn standing up, with the glass empty in her hand. But something in her eyes spoke of loss. There was a faraway stare that seemed to search for resolution.

"I'll be right back." Quinn informed not to anyone in particular.

Santana watched her, she stood up and then walked away from the table, her eyes followed the lines of Quinn's legs and precious butt, and she felt suddenly too warm.

She went inside to refill her glass with more water, Santana guessed. And suddenly all she wanted was drinking water, too. She saw everyone already immersed in a conversation, so Santana didn't even bother to excuse herself before stood up.

She started to follow Quinn inside, feeling a heavy weight on her heart as she got closer to the house. The wonderful things she was discovering, the wonderful sensations she was often feeling and all because of Quinn; were really exciting and she knew, dangerous too. But she just couldn't help it. There was just something fascinating to Santana in Quinn. And she wanted to make the sadness she tried to hide minutes ago go away.

And damn her own treacherous heart for caring so much.

When she got to the kitchen, she made her way over to Quinn who was refilling her glass with water. She slid closer to her and surprisingly, she found some comfort in their closeness.

"You're drinking that just because it's free?" A stupid question to break the ice.

She watched Quinn's smile grow wider as she obviously took some comfort in Santana's question.

"I'm driving." Her voice was so damn relaxing, and sexy. And all the things Santana shouldn't be thinking.

"Well you can stay, if you want."

Quinn turned off the water, she placed the glass over the sink and turned around to face Santana. And what she saw flare in her gaze was a damn forest fire. Her face was so close to hers Santana could feel her warm breath against her mouth, she could even see the patterns in Quinn's pupils.

Santana's eyes scanned her face, closely, hungrily, snatching at the details of her.

She tried very hard to keep from ripping off Quinn's clothes right there.

"Yeah? And sleep where?" Quinn asked, her gaze drifted down to Santana's mouth then back to her eyes and Santana only wanted her to stop looking at her like that because otherwise she wouldn't be able to control herself.

It was so obvious that Quinn was trying to prove something. As she stood there, glaring angrily at her, challenging Santana on every level. And all Santana wanted was telling her that she wouldn't have a problem sharing a bed with her, really. But instead she took a deep breath, still looking at Quinn with uncertainty and said the only thing she could think of.

"With Marc, of course. And I don't think Rachel would mind sharing a bed with Puck." She shrugged and smiled nervously, subtly taking a small step back. "And well maybe Marley can—"

"Sleep with you?" Quinn chuckled acidly. She lifted the glass full with water to take a sip and her eyes met Santana's speculatively. Apparently Marley did tell Quinn everything about that night. "You know, I knew you like girls because Marc told me," She began, her tone of voice only emphasized the determination in her eyes. "But I didn't know my sister—"

"Was gay too?" Santana interrupted Quinn just like she did. "Is there a problem with that?"

She was angry as well now, because Quinn had no idea what she was talking about. Santana didn't look like the cocky, pretty bad girl everyone always seemed to talk about in that moment, she was upset and taken aback by the blonde's words.

"No, of course not." Quinn said with a light frown appearing on her lips. "I don't know, I mean, I don't think Marley is gay honestly." There was a flash of humor in her eyes, and she was saying things that it was not yet her time to say. "This is just weird, sorry."

Santana kept a straight face and stared directly at her without a blink, allowing the heat of the moment to settle somewhere deep within her, feeling like Quinn might have bruised something inside of her and it was stupid.

Quinn shrugged her shoulders as if to say, 'What? What did I say?'

Really?

It didn't take her long to understand what Quinn meant. "I didn't know you were homophobic Quinn, but whatever."

"I am not!" Quinn's face instantly got serious again, following by a worried glare. "I'm just surprised, that's all."

"Surprised? About what?"

"Just forget it, okay?"

Quinn was getting frustrated with this too, Santana could see it in her face and hear it in her voice. And she tried to get Quinn to look at her again by trying to lift her chin with her hand. And damn, it was a mistake. She was so soft, her skin so soft, vivacious, beautiful, and Santana wanted her. Fuck, how badly she wanted her in that moment.

Quinn's expression was probably similar to someone who had just woken up to a loud alarm clock. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was parted because maybe Santana got closer again. A little too close.

She glanced down to Santana's lips and she seemed captivated by each subtle movement Santana made. She had Quinn's mouth right there, and Santana knew, as one finger ghosted slightly across Quinn's flushed cheek, that she too, would enjoy every second of that kiss. She knew because Quinn closed her eyes when Santana's thumb traced her delicate skin and she could hear how her breath hitched, instinctively pressing against Santana.

She was quiet though, but Santana felt her shivering against her and those soft, little choked noises she made given her unsteady breathing, as if she didn't want anyone to know she was there, enjoying this proximity with someone who wasn't even her boyfriend.

"You don't need to be gay, to be with another woman, just so you know." Santana whispered, she wasn't feeling gentle at all, she was feeling animalistic and in desperate need of taking Quinn right there. "In your case just call it experiment." She added, invaded with that fluttery feeling in her stomach.

Santana grabbed Quinn's right cheek gently in her hand, forgetting about time, forgetting about place, and forgetting about her brother that was in the backyard as she felt Quinn's fresh breath hit her mouth.

"It wouldn't be my first time, anyway." Quinn whispered with a smile that looked a lot more like a smirk. There was a hint of smugness on her face but Santana ignored it, enthralled by this sexy side of her she hadn't seen before.

Quinn opened her eyes then, revealing that beautiful hazel color, Santana's favorite color lately, and they stared at each other for what had to be nearly a full minute, breathless, as if saying what they were feeling or thinking in that moment would make the dream-like existence of themselves disappear, changing into a reality that neither wanted to remember afterward.

But Santana seemed intent upon kissing every millimeter of Quinn's skin, it was like she had just been possessed by lust; she could barely keep her eyes open and her body was moving of its own accord because her thumb quickly found Quinn's lips, gently caressing it, and God, it was as soft as she thought it would be—like touching mash-mellows, or clouds, or whatever the hell that was soft in this world.

The sound that escaped Quinn's lips after that dared touch made Santana want to kiss her all the more.

A kiss is just a kiss, right?

Quinn tilted her head as she placed her soft hands firmly on Santana's lower back but then—

"Santana?" She heard Marley's voice from afar and quickly took a step back.

They separated from each other and Quinn regained her composure. A blush of embarrassment spread across her cheeks, she was looking at everything around her but Santana and she knew then, that Quinn would never be a good actress.

Santana wasn't nervous though, she was confused, and kind of shocked. She just stood there, wondering what the hell just happened, or what almost happened.

Marley suddenly appeared from the kitchen entrance and she looked at them, oblivious to the dangerous situation that just took place there.

Her blue eyes were soft with tenderness, her smile delicate yet dazzling.

"Can I have a word with you?" She said looking at Santana.

Quinn took in a breath, put her head down, cleared her throat, "Excuse me." She said, and then simply walked away.

Santana watched her leave, smirking. She could feel the same effect when you drink—because she was less sensitive to the situation, as if she just depressed her brain functions, reducing her ability to judge herself. She was not even drunk though. Okay, maybe she was, but she was drunk of Quinn, all that was Quinn.

The fact was—and perhaps what really shocked her—if Marley hadn't show up maybe they would be kissing right now. And the thought was both terrifying and amazing, but enough to make her go back to reality.

She wasn't the only one wanting the forbidden, apparently.

Interesting.

"I was thinking..." Marley began, and Santana finally managed to look her in the eye. "I have two tickets to see the premiere of a movie tomorrow, and I was wondering if maybe you would want to go with me?" She asked, she seemed unsure if Santana would like the idea.

And honestly, she didn't know anymore. But then again, this was Marley, and even if her sister was a lot more attractive and made Santana feel a lot of more things, the brunette was also really beautiful, and she was also single, after all.

"Alright, I'd like that." Santana said, she let her eyes roam over the features of her pretty face, and felt as if she understood what she was feeling, except of course, she didn't.

Marley made her way to the fridge, still smiling all the way to Santana as she pulled out a beer.

"So are you guys staying here tonight?" Santana asked, leaning back against the table, crossing her arms over her chest and watching her, thinking that she wasn't going to allow Marley to get drunk if they were going to have fun tonight. It wouldn't be fair. It would be kind of wrong actually.

"I don't know, I guess it's up to Quinn." She tilted her head back and Santana's eyes met her strong passionate gaze. "But if you want, maybe I can stay."

Marley's fingers brushed Santana's arm. It was soft, and tender. And Santana found herself once again, staring at a girl's lips.

She really needed to call Quinn and Marley's parents and congratulate them because they really did a good job here.

"We'll see how this night goes, okay?" Santana said with a playful wink.

She pulled out her own beer from the fridge, suddenly thirsty.

The night just got interesting...


Hours later, she did not know if it was the uncomfortable heat of the night or not, but she couldn't sleep. Not even the soft and silky feel of her sheets helped her with that.

After that weird moment she shared with Quinn in the kitchen, the blonde simply ignored her the rest of the evening. She avoided Santana's eyes all night, but she still caught her staring a few times and when Santana actually wanted to keep staring, Quinn would look away too fast.

She didn't know what game she was playing honestly, but she was sure it was a dangerous one. Although, she could not help it. She couldn't help the need to look at Quinn, and it was perhaps because she was too beautiful, so beautiful. And her hazel eyes were as a flame of fire she had never seen before.

Santana turned around in bed again, not ready to go to sleep yet.

She just got into bed a few minutes ago because she stayed drinking and talking with Puck a little bit longer after everyone said good night. The girls did stay after all, but the problem was that Marley and Rachel were sleeping in the guest room, so no funny business tonight.

And she really thought it was for the better.

After failed attempts, Santana finally gave up. She didn't clean her mind before bedtime, that was the mistake.

With effort and still feeling kind of tipsy after all the beers she drank, Santana stood up from bed and headed toward the pool. Maybe she needed to go for a quick swim to calm down her thoughts.

With that brilliant idea, she walked downstairs, pulling off her shirt and short on her way down the stairs and keeping on just her bra and panties. Santana quickly walked toward the edge of the pool, feeling the dense grass on her feet, outside she could feel the cold night air, it was really chilly actually now that she think about it, but she liked it.

"Where did your clothes go?" She heard her addictive voice, ask from somewhere near her.

Santana looked to the side, and in fact there she was. Supporting her body against the palm tree that was on the corner of Santana's backyard, arms crossed over her chest with a singular smile.

It had been only three weeks since she met her. Three weeks of casual interaction, of heated glances when she saw her in the calm of her house or at the bar, but nothing more. So why that stupid need to kiss her had not go away yet.

Quinn looked so beautiful, still wearing a dress, so seductive, and Santana had felt her heart stop in her chest for a moment.

She walked toward the blonde as desire flared, Quinn licked her lips, an unconscious invite, and Santana followed the movement closely, her body tensing, her eyes narrowed.

Okay, yes, she wanted her. There was no need to keep denying that. She wanted Quinn. Her brother's girlfriend.

But who wouldn't want her anyway?

Even Puck had noticed the sexual tension that simmered between them that night, Santana was sure about it, because he kept glancing back and forth from her to Quinn.

But Santana's mind was set. She was going to play Quinn's game, whatever the hell that was.

Smiling softly, once she was standing in front of her she asked the only think that came to her tipsy mind.

"I'm here for a quick swim, why aren't you upstairs sleeping?" She inquired, supporting her hand against the tree, just beside Quinn's waist and almost sure that right now, they could finish what they started in the kitchen.

"I needed some air." Quinn shrugged. Santana smiled as she moved forward, close, but not enough to touch her. "And it was your fault." Quinn said.

"Okay?" Santana arched an eyebrow, not even trying to hide her surprise and amazement, her voice was soft and dangerous. "Care to explain that?"

"Don't play dumb Santana, I saw those looks you've been giving me whenever we see each other, one might think you were thinking some very naughty things." Quinn said as she looked at her, her eyes heavy and seductive and Santana swallowed, it seemed like Quinn was still a little bit drunk as well, otherwise she wouldn't be acting like that, she was sure about it.

But Santana just shrugged, inhibited by all the alcohol; this time she stared straight at the blonde's lips. "Might have been, so what?"

Quinn seemed surprised at first at her overconfident response, but then her face got serious, once again.

"The problem is—" Quinn whispered back as she skimmed her fingers down Santana's chest, watching her naked stomach jerk from the gentle contact. "That I'm dying to know what you were thinking."

Her small and delicate hands moved up Santana's stomach, until she reached the back of her neck, bringing their faces closer, and Santana suddenly felt dizzy. It was as if their bodies were speaking their own language, using their own words.

Was she dreaming, again?

"Some things are better left unsaid, you know." Every pulse in Santana's body throbbed to an agonizing stop, the cold in the air crawled up the back of her neck; or maybe it was just her touch, who knew at this point?

"Then show me."

Santana's breath hitched after Quinn's words and it felt like all the oxygen was sucked out of her. She watched how hazel eyes dared her to make a move. Quinn licked her lips so very slowly and it turned on Santana in a way she didn't know existed before.

"You're driving me crazy." Santana confessed.

Quinn smiled, closing the distance between them, making Santana close her eyes.

"Am I?" She asked into her ear, husky and low, before trapping Santana's earlobe between her lips. Santana growled softly, her hands quickly moving over Quinn's waist, her hips, pulling her closer. "That makes two of us."

Well, to hell with this then.

Santana turned around her head, she met Quinn's dark eyes and without thinking it anymore she finally closed the short distance between them, making Quinn sigh into her mouth in surprise.

Desire was pulsing through her veins like liquid flames in that moment. Quinn's lips were so damn soft beneath hers, and she moved her mouth over Santana's mouth hungrily, she was demanding and passionate, Santana's tongue rubbing against hers softly as she felt the vibration of Quinn's whimpers into her mouth. Goddammit, she was lost in Quinn in that moment.

Santana's arms only tightened around her, holding Quinn to her. Quinn's body felt so damn amazing around her hands, a complete contrast in comparison to other women that was almost mind blowing. She felt Quinn's hand slide possessively down her side, cupping her hip, the kiss was hard and urgent and Santana loved how good Quinn made her feel, melting into her touch and lips.

She knew then, just then, after all these years; that this was exactly how a kiss should feel like.

Santana broke away from her, their breathing harsh and heavy, still caressing Quinn's small back with her hands as she rested her forehead against hers. She could even feel Quinn relaxing against her, melting into her arms.

She didn't dare to open her eyes, she was not ready to go back to reality yet.

Santana waited for the questions, but all Quinn did was grabbing her face and kiss her softly one more time. Santana opened her own mouth with a small gasp at the suddenness of her action, but she smiled into the kiss nonetheless. However, what happened next was what shocked Santana because then Quinn pulled back, she gave Santana a look she hadn't seen before and just like that, in a matter of seconds, she walked away.

Still kind of dizzy, and feeling the world in her hands and her heart more strong and happy than ever, with a goofy smile—Santana watched Quinn leave, arms crossed, looking down as she got inside the big house.

She didn't want to think about the consequences or anything beyond this moment, she just wanted to enjoy it as long as she could.

It seemed like she really needed a cold shower now.