AN: ummmm. So presuming you've read the chapters leading up to now, you'll know what's coming up in this chapter. Just in case you are somehow unprepared, here is your warning: M rating is for a reason. If lady love isn't your thing then, well why are you here right?

My cherished readers, the first 4 lines are recap(ish). Please enjoy.

Suddenly I feel Quinn's hand on my hip. Finally.

"Santana?" her voice is low and urgent.

"What." My voice is embarrassingly shaky.

Quinn's voice cracks as well. "We need to go upstairs. Now."

I finally break from her gaze as I grab her hand and drag her towards the stairs. I drop her hand so I can gallop up the stairs two at a time. I'm forcibly reminded of that day we were nearly caught and had run up the stairs with a similar urgency. I glance at Quinn and see that she's just as thrilled as I am at these much more agreeable circumstances.

I pause at the top of the stairs so that Quinn can move ahead of me and open her door. I'm Still a little worried that she could wig out on me so I let her open her own door and then pause just long enough for her to have to invite me inside.

As soon as I'm on the other side Quinn shuts the door. I glance around the room glad to see that Quinn has finally taken down that creepy Jesus painting. Quinn doesn't give me any time to observe anything else though as she's tugging on the back of my shirt. I let myself be drawn back and she uses her hands to press me into the back of the door. I can't help the grunt that escapes my throat as my back hits the door and Quinn aligns her whole body to mine.

She grinds against me and I can feel my body reacting to every touch. She's kissing me fervently. Her fingers are pressed into my shoulders and mine are in her short hair. The length of it combined with the pink is legitimately doing things for me so I can't help but wind my fingers through it.

Our kisses are surprisingly easy. Slow, languid and a little exploratory. Her tongue presses against mine and our breathing is almost synchronized. Quinn breaks away for a moment and I open my eyes to see what she's doing. She's staring at my lips. As I watch, her eyes move over my face as though memorizing my features. I wonder what she's looking for.

"Can I help you with anything Q?" my tone is joking but I really do want to know.

She stares at my lips for several long moments before looking back up to my eyes. "I just. I'm trying to figure something out."

"And what's that?"

"Mostly the difference. I mean obviously girls are pretty and soft and they know what other girls want so that's going to make things better right?" I don't know if she actually requires a response and she continues before I can give her an answer, "But I still don't know if I—if this is..." she trails off in frustration.

"Look Quinn, I know this is all new or whatever but I really need you to shut the hell up," I don't mean to be so short with her but she's been working me up and generally playing me like a finely tuned instrument for hours, hell maybe even years. "This is exactly why they call it experimenting. You're figuring shit out and seeing what works. And judging by the way you're breathing I know that this is working for you." At this I actually push her away from me and direct her firmly toward the bed. "Now please concentrate because I wants to get my mack on and I wants it now."

I'm glad that Quinn recognises the playful edge to my voice and she smirks at me as she sits down on her bed and slides back towards the pillows. I follow her on my knees until she stops in the middle of the bed. I swing one leg over her so I'm straddling her hips. She grins up at me as I smile down at her. Finally she reaches out and threads her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. She pulls me down until I reach her lips. I hold my body away from hers as we kiss. The tension is slowly building and I can hear her breathing accelerate again.

I pull away from her and she growls her disapproval. I can't help but smirk at her.

She glares at me, "What happened to 'wants my mack on', Lopez?"

I chuckle lowly but kiss her again, quickly deepening the kiss and then pulling away. This time she follows and pulls harder against me. I'm suddenly in the mood to tease and I resist her. She's practically hanging off me when I finally relent and kiss her again. Our lips and tongues are moving swiftly against each other but I can feel Quinn getting impatient. I chuckle into her lips and Quinn growls again. The growl is damn sexy and totally worth the strain I'm feeling in my arms. Finally Quinn has had enough and she kicks against the inside of my knees so my lower body is forced to slump down against hers.

She tries to pull my shoulders down but I hold firm and actually pull my mouth from hers to kiss at her neck. She gasps as I suck at the tender skin below her ear. Finally she relents and slumps back with her hands tangled in my hair once again. I allow myself a little internal victory dance.

Slowly, I start to draw my arms back and my body presses down into Quinn's. I sigh at the contact but Quinn apparently has other ideas. Her body tenses and I know what she's going to do moments before she tries to flip us over. I press my weight against her and hold my frame making it impossible for her to change our position. She growls again in frustration and I feel a fresh tingle in my groin at the noise.

I grin against her neck as I continue kissing her, "What were you trying to do Fabray? Top me?" I'm teasing her with both my words and my tongue and I can feel the effect I'm having on her as she shifts subtly against me. "And what were you going to do when you get there?" I whisper into her ear, "Do you even know?"

I feel her body stiffen suddenly against me I realise that I've said exactly the wrong thing. Quinn's hands suddenly unwind from my hair and spring away from me. I pull back so I can look into her face. I see a flare of panic in her eyes and I understand what it means immediately. I pull my body away from hers so I'm lying beside her on the bed.

The fear in Quinn's eyes now is the realisation that all her bravado and confidence has been an act. The truth, is that Quinn is inexperienced. She's told me before that she barely remembers being with Puck and so far as I can get out of her, she hasn't let anyone else touch her since. Tonight isn't just her first time with a girl, this will be the first time she would actively participate in any sexual activity since Beth was conceived. We had both managed to forget that. Our natural competitiveness had completely taken over and we had been too busy egging each other on to remember.

I see her eyes flick to the door and I know that she is moments away from bolting. I can't let that happen and not just because I'm worked up and want to have sex. I do want to obviously but there's more than that. If Quinn leaves now she may never make it back to this point. She'll end up shriveled and alone with nothing but a dozen cats to keep her company. Or even worse, she'll end up married to some man, miserable and dreaming of things that should have been. I can't let that happen.

Quinn is sitting stiffly against the headboard on the bed, having shuffled herself away from me. I shift very slowly, holding her gaze. It feels incredibly intimate and I fight my own fears as I move towards her, refusing to look away. I say her name once but she doesn't acknowledge it. I'm close enough to touch her again and I very carefully reach out to stroke my fingertips up her forearm. She shivers.

"I don't know what I'm doing." Her voice is small and there is an emotional quiver in her voice.

I keep my tone low and even, "No one ever does Q. But it's okay because you've got me. You'll always have me. Understand?"

She nods as a single tear escapes her shimmering eyes. She swipes at the tear quickly, obviously annoyed at how quickly her emotions have boiled over. I smile as I move my hand from stroking her arm to scratch across a sliver of exposed stomach. I very slowly shift closer to her again and allow my hand to shift from her stomach to her side. I then shift my weight again so that my hand slides to rest against the bed covers on her other side.

I have one arm on either side of her now and I slowly move towards her until I can finally press my lips against hers. I'm surprised when she responds almost immediately, pulling at the back of my head. I slide my hands to her back so I can very gently slide her closer to me and into a more relaxed position. She lifts slightly and slides down to meet me. She's laying on her back with her head in the pillows. I shift back to lie along the length of her, slowly allowing my body to press into hers again.

Our kisses quickly escalate and our breathing is harsh and staccato. I wind my hands into her short hair. We are moving against one another and there is nothing I want more than to thrust my hand down Quinn's shorts. Knowing that would be counter productive I settle for pushing Quinn's top up against her body. I also let my own top slip upwards before removing it all together. Quinn seems to ignore the change and I choose not to draw her attention to it.

When my fingers move to the waist of her skirt, there is a distinct change in Quinn's movements but she makes no move to stop me so me so I continue to trace my fingers along the edge of the fabric.

Quinn's hands are moving against me as well and it doesn't take long for her to get my jeans unbuttoned and to press her hands against my backside. I try not to grunt too loudly when her hands find my bare ass cheeks, instead settling with pushing Quinn's shirt the rest of the way up and over her breast. She gasps at the suddenly cool air against her chest but lifts her arms at my small prompt. I pull her shirt the rest of the way up over her head and drop it off the side of the bed.

With Quinn's top-half suddenly naked I feel completely overdressed so I make quick work of my own shirt. Quinn looks mildly put out when I unsnap my bra and toss it aside. It occurs to me that maybe Quinn wanted to do that part.

I smirk at her as I go back to straddling her hips, "Don't worry Q, I'll let you undress me next time."

"Next time?" she sounds so small and unsure that I have no idea what I can say to comfort her. I settle for kissing her with as much warmth and care as I can muster.

She responds eagerly and we're quickly back to breathing heavily. Quinn's hands are pushed into the back of my jeans and my hands are , well everywhere I can reach. For all my jokes, Quinn is still in excellent shape and everywhere my hands run her body is smooth and incredibly touchable. I carefully avoid brushing her breasts with my hands. The feel of her breasts against mine is enough to keep me content for the moment.

I know I could stay like this for a very long time, content with the warm sensations running through my body but I can feel Quinn getting impatient. With the way her body is moving against my own I know that she is eager to move things forward.

I adjust my position so that my thigh is between hers, pushing up the hem of her skirt and pressing against her heat. I slide my hands down her thighs to caress the soft skin along the edge of her underwear.

I whisper reassurances into her ear, "Don't worry Q, I've got you."

The tenseness that had remained in her shoulders disappears and I feel her body start moving rhythmically against me again.

I keep nuzzling gently against her neck in between kisses, tracking her movements as well as the small flickers of emotion that cross her features.

I pull her skirt away from her body, maintaining eye contact the whole way. I remove my own jeans, quickly kicking them away towards the bottom of the bed.

The thin barrier of Quinn's underwear is inconsequential as I look up Quinn's body. I trace my eyes and hands up her supple calves and tense thighs, skimming over her hips with my thumbs barely grazing her pubic mound. I press with just enough pressure to feel the wetness on her underwear. Knowing that I have this kind of effect on Quinn, on another girl is thrilling.

I press wet kisses up her lower abdomen, tracing my tongue around her navel. I lick and kiss across her abdomen, pressing my hands along her sides. Quinn's chest is heaving and her eyes are closed. She is lost in sensation and I love the way she is moving against me. I kiss along the lower edge of her right breast and trail my fingertips along the side of her left.

I raise my body high enough to check that Quinn's okay. Her concentration seems to be focused on the feelings in her body and not on the scared thoughts that had been rattling her consciousness before. Her eyes are still closed and her mouth is slightly agape as she pants heavily.

I resettle my body to rest along the length of hers with my stomach pressed down into her centre. I feel her warm wetness soaking through her underwear and I shudder at the sensation of Quinn against my abdomen. I can't help the grin on my face as I lower my lips to hover over her right nipple. I let a warm breath brush over the sensitive flesh and Quinn gives out the quietest moan. I'm not even sure if I heard or imagined it. I slide the flat of my tongue over her and this time I'm sure of the moan that escapes her lips. I have let my hand drift to caress tenderly at the skin along her throat and neck so I feel the vibration in my fingertips.

I envelope her nipple in my lips before shifting subtly to gently nibble at the tender flesh of her breast. I apply the slightest pressure but it's enough to have Quinn's hips cant up into me. I shift to her other breast to apply the same pressure with my teeth. She cants upwards again and I lick across to envelope her nipple.

I can feel a heat radiating from Quinn's core and it is like she has a direct link to mine. Whenever she cants her hips upwards I feel a pulse run though my clit. I push myself into the mattress below me trying to keep my movement subtle. Stupid really since my stomach is pressing into Quinn's groin and she can most certainly feel every move I make.

Quinn shudders hard against me and grabs at my shoulders obviously in an attempt to drag me back up her body. I follow her lead and shift so my body is more fully overlapping hers and I can kiss her lips again. My hips are against hers and both my leg are still between her thighs. My eyes slam shut as our lips connect.

Our kisses are passionate and hungry. I press my hips down into her and she cants back up into me. We connect hard and I can actually feel an orgasm threatening to break through my body. I gasp against Quinn's mouth and fight against the sensations. I won't be able to look Quinn in the eye again if I pull a Hudson on her. I draw away slightly. It's just enough to ease the pressure and stop me falling apart there and then.

I don't want this to be some quickie and I open my eyes to make sure Quinn is still okay. Her eyes have snapped open again and she lets out a low growl when she feels me draw back. Her expression shows intense frustration and I see her bite down on her lip even as her hands slip down to grab at my hips. Without warning she pushes me down against her and slams her groin up into mine. The pressure that was building in me finally shatters and I tumble into my orgasm as Quinn yelps out and throws her arms around my back to cling, trembling to my shoulders.

We're both panting against each other's necks and clinging tightly to one another. I can feel little aftershocks trembling through us both. I am in complete shock. I had completely underestimated the level to which we had been working each other up. I try to catch my breath and slow my heart. I am so ready to just roll over and go to sleep but I didn't come here to hump Quinn into an orgasm. I need to be inside of her.

As the thought coalesces fully in my mind I can't help but register just how Gay it all sounds. Yes, I've called myself a lesbian several times already but I'm still in the process of really accepting it. I know I probably shouldn't be finding my moments of clarity at a time like this. I know that I wont be telling my grandchildren about how I found my self-acceptance between the legs of a pink haired, ex-cheerio, punk girl but I can't help but find a weird kind of comfort in how easily the filthy thoughts about Quinn Fabray come to my mind. Besides, I've already covered the whole gross emotional problems thing right?

I can feel the strength returning to my limbs and I ignore Quinn's mumbled protests as I separate my body from hers. I kiss my way down her neck and across her chest, lingering just enough to play my tongue across each of her breasts once. I kiss down her abdomen and linger with my lips resting against her right hip. The way that her skin curves across the bone of her hip and dips towards her centre is completely enthralling. I can't think of anything sexier right now and I trace my tongue over the sweep of flesh between her hips.

Quinn, once again threads her fingers into my hair. Rather than pulling me back towards her, she is holding me in place against her. I know I've found something of a sweet spot when she starts to roll against me again. I alternate between licking and kissing her smooth skin feeling every press of my lips gradually working her back up.

I tease my fingers against the edge of her underwear looking for permission to remove the last obstruction between me and her body. Quinn's hips lift off the mattress and I quickly tug her underwear away. I glance up into her face and see a concentrated look of lust and pleasure. It's exactly what I was hoping for and I quickly lean forward to press my lips against her lower abdomen one more time before moving lower.

I gently push her thighs apart and lay one leg across my shoulder. If Quinn has any objections to being manually shifted, she doesn't choose to share them. I look up at her from my position between her legs and resist the urge to sigh out loud. She looks incredible from here. That dip between her hips and the valley between her breasts allow me to see her face as she pants and squirms against me. Every flicker of sensation in her body is reflected subtly in her face. In that moment I am reminded of how much Quinn's friendship means to me. I feel a strong desire to show her exactly what I feel for her.

I keep my gaze fixed to her face as I wrap one arm over her hips to keep her in place. I bring my other hand up to press against the apex of her thighs. Quinn's eyelids flicker. I take in a deep breath and the scent of her arousal completely floods my senses. Very carefully, I shift my hand until I can slip the tip of my index finger into Quinn's lips and press against her clit. Quinn's hips jerk slightly but her face remains still. I pull my finger down towards her entrance, rotating my wrist so I can easily spread her slickness back up through her folds. Quinn's lower lip quivers through a deep breath. I repeat the action several times, ending each progression with a flick over the hardened bundle of nerves. Quinn nibbles at her lip as she breathes heavily through her nose and around her teeth.

I drag that one finger down one more time before pressing a second finger to join the first, making small circles through her wetness. I take in another deep breath through my nose and close my eyes. When I open them again I can see Quinn staring down at me. I refuse to lose my nerve and I shift forward quickly before I can change my mind. My tongue slips quickly into her and finds her clit. I lick upwards quickly with just the tip of my tongue.

Quinn's shoulders leave the mattress and her knees snap up. "Ungh. Santana. Fuck." Quinn's vocalizations are a little less than coherent but what can I say, I'm good at this. I can feel her knees drifting back down and her shoulder slip back towards the mattress.

I cease all movements of my fingers as I wait for her to uncoil. Finally she lets her head drop back down to the pillows with her eyes closed. I lick across her clit with the flat of my tongue. Her legs twitch against me but remain in place for the most part. I adjust my grip on her hips just to make sure she doesn't buck me off her when I really get to work. I lick again and I see her teeth press back into her lip.

I lick at her again and she throws one arm over her eyes. I circle the tip of my tongue against her and she moans. My confidence redoubles at the sound and I start to move my fingers through her folds again. On the next lap of my tongue I enter her with both fingers up to the second knuckle. I freeze inside of her and wait for any sign that I might have hurt her. Quinn's teeth release the hold on her lower lip as she grunts in pleasure. I press my fingers the rest of the way in as I lick the flat of my tongue against her. Quinn actually cants her hips into my hand and I smile against her even as my tongue resumes the small circles around her clit.

I draw my fingers out of her slowly before pushing them back in again. When I hear a murmured instruction of faster from above me I don't hesitate to comply. I start up a steady rhythm with my hand as my tongue continues to flick across her swollen clit. Quinn smothers her moans with her hand. We're alone in the house which means that, really she can be as loud as she wants. I don't try to stop her though. I figure maybe she wants to keep her orgasmic screams from the other rooms of the house she grew up in.

It doesn't take long for Quinn's legs to start trembling and her walls to start their irregular tremors against my fingers. I thrust my fingers in hard and draw my thumb up to add an alternate swipe between flicks of my tongue. The additional pressure or texture is enough to send Quinn over the edge and both of her legs slam up against the sides of my head. I still the movements of my fingers as I gently rub the pad of my thumb over her to draw out her orgasm.

When her legs finally slump against the mattress I take the opportunity to crawl back up the bed. I shift my legs and body to one side of her but leave my hand between her legs until the last flutterings against my fingers finally stop. Quinn, has her arm back across her eyes so I can't quite see her expression properly. When I pull my fingers out of her, she shudders slightly but doesn't make a sound. I wipe my wet fingers against my thigh and the ass of my underwear. It's awkward but effective.

I glance at Quinn, wondering if I should force her to pull her arm away and look at me. I hear a small gasp and snap my eyes to her lips which are quivering. I tug urgently at her arm but she resists. Another gasp escapes her and I realise what's happening. She's crying. I finally pull her arm away and she quickly tries to cover her face with her free hand. I grasp both of her hands firmly to my chest. She is sobbing now and I have no earthly clue what to do. She looks broken. I have broken Quinn with an orgasm.

I make useless shushing noises as I grasp both of her hands in one of mine and move the other to cup her cheek. She turns onto her side and looks into my eyes for a moment. She looks like every emotion she's ever felt is pushing through her all at once. I could never explain what that exactly looks like but it is in front of me in this moment. I shuffle closer to her and wrap my arm around her shoulders. She cuddles into me and burrows her face into the crook of my neck. I stretch one arm to the bottom of the bed and quickly draw the thick blanket there over us both. It's a scratchy blanket that really shouldn't be against anyone's skin but it will have to do.

I continue my soft shushing noises, unable to vocalize any real assurances because I just can't manage to get a handle on what is really causing her tears. I have theories and suppositions but with the way that she is clinging to me and sobbing into my shoulder I can't risk saying the wrong thing. I stroke the back of her head gently until her sobs slow and her breathing becomes steady.

With Quinn still wrapped tightly in my arms, I fall asleep

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