A.N.: And another one bites the dust.

Disclaimer: Plot? Yes. Glee? No.

Laying rather peacefully, Santana opens her eyes completely confused.

Where the hell am I?

Taking in the dimly lit room with a dark blue color schemes and a book shelf in almost every corner, Santana came around full circle to the head of blonde hair that was cuddled up to her.

Now she remembers last night. It was shockingly one of the best nights of her life and career.

*Flashback*

"See something you like babe?"

"Yeah, you're like crazy beautiful." She smiled bashfully and tucked a raven lock of hair behind her ear.

"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself." She said tracing my own set of pale abs that was harder to get than my 4.1 GPA.

Before I could fully respond, she pulled me to my feet, "Now, let's get this party started."

There was sex. Lots of it. Hard, fast, bed shaking, headboard breaking, make you weak in the knees, sex.

After a noise complaint from the actual owner of the building, a blushing Quinn and a very loud Santana decided to hightail it back to Quinn's place to finish where they left off. And finish they did.

Multiple times.

Santana's body hissed and recoiled in pain at the light caresses Quinn was giving her side and ribs.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?!"

"No. Not at all. We may have gotten a little rough last night, but it's nothing I can't handle." Santana gritted out the blatant lie and covered it up with a forced smile.

They looked at each other. It wasn't the kind of 'oh hey' look you give to an old one night stand or an ex, but it was a look that meant they were actually seeing each other for the first time. Drinking each other in, if you will.

There was something else that haunted the brunette's eyes but as quickly as it appeared, it had vanished.

(Quinn's P.O.V.)

"So, I had fun last night... did you?" I scratched my head awkwardly. I've never really experienced a "morning after" before. I guess this is why people hate them. They're awkward.

"Yeah. Yeah, last night was great. I had lots of fun," she pointed at the middle of my full-sized bed, "but maybe your little buddy didn't have quite enough."

I looked down to where my "little buddy" looked more than ready for another round. Naturally, I blushed.

"Oh, erm sorry about that. He sometimes doesn't get the hint about the whole not-being-hard-24/7 thing." She actually laughed. Man, I think I'm in love with her laugh. Make that her smile too. Maybe it's just her everything.

I realized in that moment, that I really wanted to kiss her. Not some kiss that's all teeth clashing and lip biting. Just something simple and easy. I just feel the need to give her something that shows I care. She's still looking at me so I take this as my opportunity.

I started moving in closer and she didn't back away so I take that as my sign to keep going. Now normally, I'm a big fan of the 60/40 rule, but right now there's this compulsive need, some gravitational attraction that is keeping me from stopping.

The kiss was sweet. Which was the total opposite of any of our kisses last night. It started off as just our lips being pressed together but at the same time I reached to cup her face, she reached up and tangled her hands into my blonde hair. When she pulled, I moaned and she took that opportunity to stick her talented tongue into my mouth. At this point I could already feel my cock starting to pulse with want for her.

We explored each others mouths and she massaged my tongue with hers. At this point we were both moaning so obscenely we couldn't tell who was making what sound. She's such a good kisser and I was never really one for breath control so I was having a hard time breathing. I went to pull away but she wouldn't let me go. Not without nipping my bottom lip first. As I inhaled, my eyes rolled back and she again laughed at my expense.

"Wow. I've heard that my kisses were addictive but you just looked like a crackhead that just had the best hit of their life."

"Sorry. That was just. Wow. Like I never kissed anyone like that before. It felt like pure sex."

"Well, that is what I get paid to do." Just like that, our little bubble, our little moment was broken.

"Oh. Yeah. I knew that. I wasn't trying to-" I was cut off by her phone blaring out Beyonce's Grown Woman.

"Oh my God! Oh shit what time is it?!" She jumped off the bed and frantically gathered her clothes.

"Almost 10. Why?" I watched as she didn't answer me and continued to run around the room swearing half in English and half in Spanish. Only now she was trying to put on all her clothes at the same time and look for her phone. I would have found this all really adorable if she wasn't as serious about answering that call.

She finally answered it on the fourth ring and even though I was a good four feet from her, I could hear everything the person on the other line said and he didn't sound too happy.

"Where the fuck are you?! You know you're supposed to be here on time every day no matter what!" She visibly flinched at the anonymous man's tone and tried to apologize.

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just that I overslept and I'm not really sure how to find my way around this neighborhood."

"Well you better get sure because I want your ass here in less than twenty minutes. Or you know the consequences." And with that, he hung up and the room was silent.

Santana turned around and avoided my gaze but I could see that she was about one nasty word away from bursting into tears. I decided it wasn't my place to ask but I could at least try to comfort her.

"Santana? Are you okay?" She put her hand out in front of her as if to stop me even though I wasn't getting any closer.

"I'm fine. I just really need to get out of here. Can you take me back to the club?"

"I actually can't because my friend Puck drove me but he lives down the block I can get him to take you back." Without another word I called Puck and asked him to do me this favor. He agree with the promise that I would explain everything to him when he got back.

I couldn't help but continue to watch her as she got dressed. She had a practiced grace about everything she did. You know how they say those with the biggest armor have the most cracks in it? Well, some cracks are very visible on Santana. Specifically the long thin scar that runs along her back and few fading bruises at her sides that adorn her beautiful caramel skin.

As I sit on my front porch and watch Santana get into Puck's truck, I just keep thinking, how could I have missed those? Then she looked me in the eye for the first time since she got that phone call and through Puck's faded, dirty windows I saw her mouth the words "thank you" with the saddest eyes I've ever seen.

I swear in that moment my heart broke. And I know I could be jumping to conclusions, but when your father was an abusive drunk, you learn the difference between accidental scars and abusive scars. What really worried me was the text that Puck sent me about twenty minutes after they left.

Puckasuarus: Omw back. Dropped ur lady frend off safe. She had sum wicked scars tho. Wats up wit dat Fabray? #Freaky

I put the phone down and sighed to myself.

"That's exactly what I want to know."

If I ever felt a reason to be close to her before, I really have one now.

A.N.: Ooooooo, suspense. At least I tried to make it suspenseful. Idk if it worked. You should let me know. I mean, that's what reviews are for right?! Until next time...

TGWL (TPE)