a/n: Well hello there, welcome to chapter IV , some silliness ensues and Santana and Quinn run circles around each other because it's what they do.

She was stubborn enough not to admit the obvious...

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Santana was sprawled out on the couch in the living room when Puck got home from his shift. They were the perfect room mates. They never worked the same shifts in a day, and they took the other into consideration. Having the same job did that they supposed.

He shook his head and ordered a pizza knowing she would be hungry when she got up. He had heard from Brittany a few days prior, she would call every few days to check in on Santana and the rest of their group of friends. He waved a slice of pizza under Santana's nose while stuffing his own slice in his mouth.

"Hey, Lopez wake up we have places to be people to see"

"Shut up and gimme that pizza Puckerman"

She sat up her hair in a disheveled pony tail and sleepily ate her pizza. It was Sunday night which meant it was family 'dinner' night or more accurately known as 'get trashed and sing karaoke night'.

Santana walked into the bar ahead of Puck dressed in light denim jeans a white wife beater and a black hooded knit top. Her hair was down around her shoulders and her feet were comfortably tucked into her black chucks. Her badge sat around her neck nestled safely against her chest. She always felt a deep sense of pride with it resting there. Puck walked in behind her wearing his now vintage 'I'm with stupid' t-shirt and black jeans, his badge sat in his wallet in his back pocket, and headed straight to the bar while Santana walked to their friend's table. He flashed the bartender a wide smile and she slid over two pitchers and told him she would be along with two glasses in a second.

Puck joined the table which sat Kurt, Blaine, Rachel and Santana and poured them all drinks. Santana's head shot up as a familiar head of short blonde hair approached their table.

"What's this? Big bad Dr. Fabray can't show up on time like the rest of us?"

Quinn scrunched her nose at Santana in a way that she almost found cute and squished in beside her.

"Shut up Santana, some of us work on Sundays"

Quinn had turned her head to face her and they were nearly nose to nose Quinn just bit her bottom lip and turned her head to talk to Rachel, whipping Santana in the face with her hair. Puck just smirked at them and got on with pouring drinks. A few hours and lots more alcohol later, they were being captivated by a very bad version of "My Humps" by some very drunk old man. Kurt and Blaine were currently rounding first beside Puck, Santana and Quinn were trying to dance, the alcohol making it seem way less coordinated than they thought And Rachel had left twenty minutes ago saying she had rehearsal in the morning.

Quinn took the stage and started in on her favorite go to song when she had enough liquid courage in her and started singing Semi- Charmed Kind of Life by Third Eye Blind. It always amazed both Santana and Puck how she knew all the lyrics, drunk no less. Family night came to an end and found the group of friends saying their goodbyes out side of the bar. Kurt and Blaine caught a cab back to their neighborhood and Quinn found herself walking between Puck and Santana. Quinn giggled to herself as she wrapped her arm around Santana's and rested her head on her shoulder as they walked towards their neighborhood.

The trio made their way back to Puck and Santana's. Puck took the couch and the two girls shared the bedroom. The last time all three of them tried to share the bed and it ended up with Quinn in bed, Puck on the floor and Santana in the shower.

Puck dove into the couch without as much as a good night to the girls. Santana stripped down to her underwear and tank top and was ignorant to Quinn's watchful eyes as she flopped on top of the bed. She was asleep before Quinn could say good night. And if Santana noticed the way Quinn was curled around her the next morning she didn't mention it and they were both okay with that.

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Santana gingerly walked out of the women's locker room, with her right arm wrapped around her midsection. Tony came up behind her clapping her on the back,

"That was a close one Lopez, that guy could have seriously hurt ya, you sure you alright?"

Tony eyed her suspiciously; the pair had been called in with a few others when reports of gun fire had been called in. As Santana was frisking one of the kids he managed to pull a concealed weapon on her and caught her between the vest and the top of her pants. She disarmed him and had him in the back of the cruiser swiftly. By the time she had got him through booking, and finished her reports the adrenaline had worn off and she realized he had cut her.

"Yeah Tony, I'm alright, going to get checked out right now"

He gave her a nod and another pat on the back and went into the locker room. Santana shouldered her bag and pulled out her phone, she unlocked the screen with a slide of her thumb and called the first person she could think of.

"Quinn Fabray speaking"

Silence…Santana felt like an asshole for bugging Quinn,

"Santana I have caller ID, what is it?"

She pretended to sound annoyed, but the truth was she liked hearing from Santana, it was Thursday and usually they had lunch together on Thursdays, Quinn had been worried when Santana hadn't showed up.

"Shit, Hey Q you busy? I'm bored and needs some one to entertain me"

Santana heard Quinn laugh, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"No I'm not busy San, drop on by, and bring food because I'm starving"

Half an hour later Santana was letting herself into Quinn's apartment. They all had keys to each other's apartments, for emergencies it was one of the reason's they all lived relatively close to each other.

Quinn walked out of her bedroom in a robe that reached mid thigh towel drying her hair. This was a good thing because Quinn missed the audible gulp Santana gave at the sight of strong legs and the knowledge that Quinn was more than likely naked under that robe.

If this had been just a social visit Santana would have backed Quinn up into a wall and told her to put some clothes on. Their relationship was something undefined and it suited both women just fine. They refused to admit out loud that they were on their way to becoming more their excuse was that they liked to flirt with each other, and they liked to push boundaries with each other, they always had.

Really that was just code for, "We like each other and are too chicken shit stubborn to do the 'adult' thing"

So they continued to drive each other crazy...

Santana strolled in to the Trauma Centre at St. Luke's, it was the middle of May and hot for the month. Santana was dressed in beige cargo's her boots which she never tied and an NYPD t-shirt, her badge ever present around her neck. She spotted Quinn head down reading a chart at the nurses' station, and smirked.

"What up Lucy Q"

Santana had sauntered over to Quinn and was looking over her shoulder as she whispered in her ear. She ignored the goose bumps she saw appear at the proximity of her lips to Quinn's ear,

"Jesus, Santana don't do that!"

Quinn spun around and smacked her friend in arm. Santana just grinned a wide grin and unabashedly checked Quinn out, because she knew what was under those scrubs, years of Cheerios practice had taught her that.

"Sorry Q, lunch?"

Quinn sighed and looked off to the left, Santana knew what that meant,

"Jenn and I made plans, we haven't seen each other in a while and she thought it would be…nice"

Santana smirked at Quinn's professional tone, as if she were retelling verbatim what Jenn had said to her.

"So, blow her off it's not like you two have been having sex lately and besides I'm way more fun"

Lunch was always the same with Santana, they would order and chat over their salads, Santana would insult Quinn's girlfriend and then Quinn would just scowl and ask when the last time she had sex was, and then Santana would rove her eyes over Quinn's lips and smirk because that pretty lawyer Quinn had been 'seeing' didn't have the sense to keep Quinn…satisfied. Quinn had expressed her disgruntlement at her current sex life, or lack there of to Santana many times. And Santana would always leer and offer to fix her problem…and Quinn would always shove her and tell her to stop being mean…

And Quinn would shudder just a bit under such scrutiny because she wanted to have sex with Santana, but she couldn't quite read her. They joked around and flirted and although Santana had outright told Quinn she would sleep with her, she couldn't take her seriously, because Santana was just joking….right?

Quinn put the towel around her shoulders and flashed Santana a wicked smile, her smile faltered when she saw how pale Santana was and that she was favoring her right side. She took the proffered Chinese take out from trembling hands and set it on the breakfast bar attached to the kitchen.

"San, are you okay?"

Santana nodded wearily, "Yeah, I need you to look at something for me"

Quinn led Santana to the couch where she had her sit down and helped her take off her jacket and took in the deep crimson stain on the right side of her white t-shirt. Her eyes widened, and she immediately lifted the front of the t-shirt to see a shallow but long cut along Santana's right side.

"Jesus Santana, is this why you called me?"

"It looks worse than it really is I promise, and you know how I feel about hospitals and shit like this"

Quinn glared at Santana and tugged her into the kitchen helping her up onto the breakfast bar and leaving her to get her first aid kit and a bottle of Jack Daniels. She reappeared and gave Santana the whiskey.

"I don't have anything to numb the site and I figured this was your best option, now drink"

Santana did as she was told; as Quinn's hands slid up her sides taking the white cotton shirt with them Santana raised her arms above her head she gave a slight hiss when the movement pulled at her side. Quinn slid the t-shirt up and off her body, Santana's abs twitched as she smirked inwardly at their position.

"Shut up"

Quinn bit out but it held no harshness, more concern for the woman who was sitting in front of her. Quinn took a deep breath and focused on her task step by step. It didn't matter that Santana was sitting on her breakfast bar in jeans and a bra her perfect torso on display, her badge around her neck nestled neatly against her chest between two perfect breasts encased in black.

Santana took a long pull from the bottle of Jack, she eyed Quinn carefully as she slipped on a pair of surgical gloves and sat leaned forward towards Santana a piece of gauze soaked in disinfectant. Santana took the fortunate opportunity afforded to her by her current position. Quinn was still in her robe legs crossed (she wasn't stupid after all) and it had ridden up a few inches so Santana had Quinn's long legs from toe to thigh on display, the bottom just covering the bottom of her ass.

"Santana"

Quinn breathed out Santana's name gently,

"Yeah Q?"

Santana was in a bit of a daze from the booze and the heady feeling she was convinced was arousal, her eyes met Quinn's and she smiled warmly at the blush traveling up Quinn's neck.

"Stop staring and take a long drink"

Quinn then pressed the gauze against Santana's side. Santana's toes curled at the burning sting that traveled up her side and she did as she was told.

"Jesus Quinn you could have warned me!"

Santana scowled and drank some more appreciating the view she had down Quinn's robe as Quinn continued to gently clean the wound and smirked,

"Yeah because you would have heard me while you were busy looking down my robe"

"No one told you too stay naked"

"I'm not naked Santana, stop moving"

Quinn placed her hand firmly on Santana's left hip to keep her from squirming away from her; Quinn's thumb began to stroke gently along the skin there while she worked.

"You're lucky this isn't deep you could have lost a lot of blood San or worse there could have been a lot more damage, I want you to get checked out properly tomorrow, I mean it"

Santana rolled her eyes but nodded at the glare Quinn gave her, she finished patching Santana up and cleaned up. She was washing her hands when she felt the heat coming off Santana in waves at her back. Hands claimed her hips and turned her around so she was pressed against the countertop and Santana's body. Santana ghosted her lips along Quinn's neck and finally settled at her ear,

"Thanks Q"

Santana whispered and dropped a small kiss at the spot just behind Quinn's ear that always left her with goose bumps. Santana went to turn away but Quinn had grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled Santana against her.

Quinn's arms slid around Santana's neck as she pressed their lips together. Quinn figured the best way to find out if Santana was joking or not was to just go for it and Quinn was tired of being left so damn frustrated all the time. Santana's hands again found purchase on Quinn's hips but this time they slid down to Quinn's ass and gave a small squeeze as Santana backed her up against the fridge and started kissing a trail down the left side of Quinn's neck and up the right side to her ear. Santana nipped her ear lobe and slid her hand down Quinn's thigh to wrap it around her hip,

Quinn squeezed her eyes shut against what was about to leave her mouth,

"San…Santana stop"

Santana froze, lips hovering over the top of Quinn's left breast which was exposed from the top of her robe, and already had a nice dark mark forming from where Santana had sucked at it mercilessly. Santana sighed and dropped her head to let it rest against Quinn's chest. Quinn gently stroked the back of Santana's neck and giggled.

Santana could feel the rapid pace of Quinn's heart beat and wondered if hers felt and sounded the same. She sighed and raised her head and placed her hands on either side of Quinn's head against the fridge.

Nuzzling her nose against Quinn's she leaned forward for another kiss, slanting her mouth over Quinn's her tongue barely brushing against Quinn's lower lip. Santana watched with rapt fascination as Quinn's eyes fluttered closed and she smiled into their kiss. Santana kept her hands planted firmly against the fridge on either side of Quinn's head, while Quinn had rested her hands on Santana's collarbone.

"Mmm Santana, you need to go"

Quinn's actions betrayed her words and she slid her hands up onto the nape of Santana's neck cording her fingers through Santana's hair

"Why?"

Santana whispered against Quinn's lips,

"Because I have to go to work"

Santana pulled away and closed her eyes. Sighing as she gave Quinn a kiss to the forehead. Santana leaned against the breakfast bar, hands planted behind her back; Quinn readjusted her robe and leaned against the fridge. Quinn couldn't remember the last time she had been so turned on and what was worse, as Quinn crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs shut to relieve some of the mounting pressure there Santana saw this and strode forward and just as she was about to claim Quinn's lips Quinn turned so Santana caught her cheek instead.

This didn't deter Santana she just started trailing kisses along Quinn's neck and jaw line. Quinn groaned at Santana's resourcefulness and then had no choice but to push Santana away more forcefully than she wanted to.

"Okay, you're leaving, now!"

Quinn exclaimed as she backed Santana up to the front door, she opened it and gave Santana one last kiss, Quinn closed the door in Santana's face and rested her forehead against the door,

Knock knock knock

"Go away San!"

"I'm half naked Quinn"

Santana dead panned through the door. Quinn growled as her eyes went sky ward and she opened the door for Santana who was leaning forward hands braced against the wall in her jeans and a bra a shit eating grin on her face, Quinn pulled Santana in by her badge and shoved her back up against the door,

"Stay"

Quinn growled against her lips and she left Santana to retrieve her jacket for her. She tossed it into her hands and shoved her out the door again,

'Great' she thought, 'Now I'm going to need another shower…'

Santana collapsed onto the couch careful of her injured side, Santana was late, Puck walked out of the bedroom scratching at his stomach; he leaned over Santana and sniffed at her, to see if she was drunk, negative. His eyes widened when he realized what or who she did smell like,

"You were with Quinn!"

"I wasn't with Quinn, like that anyway"

Puck huffed himself onto the couch by Santana's feet and gave her a stern look. He had been watching them lately, since Brittany had left and they had gotten closer, and not just as friends, they physically were starting to have no boundaries, last week he came out of his bedroom to find Santana yelling at Quinn in the bathroom to hurry up in the shower, or she was going to shower with her lest she be late for work.

He hadn't caught Quinn's retort but from the way Quinn had squealed he figured Santana had made true on her promise.

"So how was it like then?"

Puck's eyes followed Santana as she rolled over onto her back and rested her head against her forearms behind her head and sighed.

"I dropped by she patched me up and then we sort of kissed…"

Santana's eyes were every where but Puck who was just chuckling to himself. Santana kicked him in the thigh.

"Shut up Puckerman"

"You sort of kissed…or you made out and now you want to make out some more because you guys have been word slash eye slash thoughts fucking for like ever."

Santana just smiled glad for the dim lighting of the room so he couldn't see her blush. Puck shook his head and padded back to his bedroom to get ready for work.

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Blonde hair fell into her eyes as she bent her head reading the chart she held in her hands. Her brows furrowed and she looked up into mischievous brown eyes and an impish smile. She smiled back and gave her patient a mock scowl. After all she couldn't stay mad at such a cute face.

"Now, we had this conversation last week, you can't climb trees with broken fingers."

"Yes Dr. Fabray"

Quinn ruffled the boy's hair and helped him down from the table. She grabbed her next chart and headed in the direction of her next patient, she rolled her eyes when she read the name at the top of the chart and had half a mind to leave them there.

It had been a month since Santana had first kissed her and they hadn't talked about it. They just decided to keep doing it. Santana would drop by the Trauma Centre when she could to see Quinn, most of the time they would eat lunch talk about their day, avoid the fact that they were pseudo dating...or they ended up in a supply closet, Quinn's back up against a shelf Santana's hands trailing fire across her sides and lower back.

On the rare nights they were both off, Santana would hang out at Quinn's apartment, citing that it was lonely without Puck to play Xbox and drink beers with.

It was starting to drive Quinn crazy, and every time she told Santana as much (usually straddling Santana's thighs) Santana always said the same thing,

"San, we can't keep doing this"

They were sat on Quinn's couch, her thighs straddling Santana's, her arms around Santana's neck while Santana kept Quinn balanced with her hands on her ass. Santana trailed her lips along Quinn's neck and up to her earlobe tugging it between her teeth lightly,

"Why, it's not like you have a girlfriend"

No, Jenn hadn't lasted very long after Thanksgiving, but that wasn't Quinn's problem, her problem was that she was getting frustrated. She was okay living in denial, but the denial had to at least come with sex at some point right?

She ripped the curtain back and fixed Santana with her best HBIC glare. Santana sat almost in the exact same position as the seven year old boy she had just seen impish grin and all, she was in a black tank top and sweats her hoodie folded neatly beside her. Quinn's eyes widened perceptibly when she saw that Santana had a gash along her hairline that had trailed blood down the left side of her face.

Quinn looked over Santana's face, taking the moment to appreciate deep chocolate eyes and full lips. The corner of Quinn's mouth twitched up slightly and she started to blush, she had intimate knowledge of those lips now. What they felt like caressing her jaw line and what they tasted like. She cleared her throat to hide her train of thought and tskd at Santana in disapproval. Pulling on a pair of gloves she gently cradled Santana's face in her hands as she assessed the injury.

"When were you supposed to get this looked at?"

Santana could feel Quinn's breath along her cheek bone as she spoke. Quinn was standing between Santana's knees her gloved hands cleaning up the dried and not so dried blood on Santana's face. Santana flinched when Quinn got too close to the gash,

"Sorry"

She whispered against Santana's cheek. Her eyes drifted down to look into Santana's and a deep blush crept up her neck.

"Last night, but it seemed to have closed up on it's own and I was so damn tired and I just wanted to get out of there. I woke up this morning and it had opened so, here I am"

Santana grinned at Quinn as she watched Quinn meticulously clean her wound the fingers of her left hand settled gently along Santana's forehead keeping her hair out of the way as her right hand worked.

"You're going to need stitches San. You could have called me you know, I would have done this for you last night"

Santana took a deep breath in and let it out as Quinn prepped what she needed to stitch up Santana's head. Their eyes met briefly and Quinn gave a slight smile and blushed even deeper.

"I didn't want to bother you"

Santana whispered as Quinn started to stitch up Santana's head.

The truth was that Santana had considered going to Quinn last night, but she didn't want to worry her, she had gotten into a really bad scrap and had split her head open when some bat shit crazy woman had jumped her from behind and she had cracked her head on a mirror.

She had tried her luck hoping she would get another ER doctor she was sure Quinn had that morning off, turned out that Quinn had picked up an extra shift. Quinn placed two butterfly bandages over the stitches because Quinn just knew Santana was going to rip them open if she didn't. She cleaned up and then gently ran her thumb along the cut and smiled at Santana as she let her eyes focus on the woman's own eyes in front of her.

"Thanks Q"

It was said much in the same way that Santana had said it the last time. Quinn smiled as a blush ran up her neck to the tops of her ears. Santana stepped down from the examination table and put her hoodie back on while Quinn scribbled out a few instructions to keep the stitches dry and clean, and a prescription for an antibiotic.

"Take the penicillin Santana; I'm serious, three days, and no drinking."

Santana huffed and took the scrip from Quinn with a pout. Quinn just smiled back and left the room.

Ten minutes later she felt her phone buzz she checked and saw that it was a text message from Santana,

San: Have dinner with me

Quinn: No

San: Tonight at seven?

Quinn: I said no, Santana

San: Why not?

Quinn: You know why…

San: It's just dinner Q, besides I have a proposition for you

Quinn tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and sighed…

Quinn: Okay, my place seven, don't be late

Quinn worried at her bottom lip with her teeth, it was just dinner between friends right? Dinner between two friends who can't find the self control to keep their hands off of each other…

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a/n: Do they seem like they're moving a little fast? Maybe I should slow them down a little…Next chapter will be dinner and more flirting and maybe more kissy times….