Hi! Thanks for the reviews and pm's. To answer your question this story WILL continue with the ladies on the outside ;), and it may be sooner than you think. It's fun to write how in the circumstance these guys play out in this scenario, in the real world. I'm also really happy with the way that the next two chapters turned out. I hope you guys enjoy as well!


7.

"You got some!" Sleaze. Pure unadulterated sleaze. That's what came to visit today.

The accusation hit me before I even had the chance to sit down. I was shocked when I heard that I had a visitor. I only had four people on my list, Puck, Jake, Marley, and my boy Ty I know through running.

"Fuck you Puckerman" I glare at him, trying to hold back a smile

"Now that's no way to greet your best friend," he leans back in his chair with ease as he smirks at me.

"HANDS ABOVE THE TABLE LOPEZ!" The guard shouts to me. I roll my eyes and place my hands on the table in front of me. I don't get many visitors.

"Hows lock up treatin ya?" His words were nonchalant, but I could tell by his expression that he cared. I shrug I'm response

"Same old same old."

"So whose ass did you beat?" He asks with a smirk

"Come again?" I quirk a brow, I really have come to miss our banter

"Scratches on your neck." He reaches over with a finger wag his finger at my neck. I slap his hand away. My hands go to cover my neck self consciously.

"NO TOUCHING LOPEZ!" The guard screams out again

"Fucks sake, I hope that ten dollars an hour is worth the trouble!" I call back over to the guard, but he ignores me.

I feel Puck smirking at me before I turn back around to look at him. He seems older, well... he looks older. His mohawk has been replaced by a short clean cut, and his eyes were clearer than I may have ever seen them. I don't have a brother, well not one that I know of anyway. But I have Puck, and it's pretty much the same. We've somehow managed to stick together through anything. We'd sneak out of our foster homes and take the bus to meet up. And even in juvy we'd write each other. Puck stopped going to school though when he was thirteen. He and the English language don't mix. Im pretty sure half of the "letters" he wrote me were just drawings of vaginas.

"When'd you get out?" I attempt to change the subject

"Four months ago."

"Four months ago and this is the first time you're coming to see me, ass!"

"Hell homegirl hold your horses!" He puts his hands up defensively. "You've been in this place, what a month? I was lucky I was even able to track you down."

I nod accepting his explanation. At this point he and I were just numbers in a system.

"Alright, alright." I concede glancing up at the clock. I know our time is limited

"But you doin alright? Staying out of trouble and all that?"

"Yeah, I'm on my grind, getting things done." Puck says with a shrug. I can't tell if he's being completely truthful though.

"Good because I only have about two months left and so your ass better not be locked up when I get out."

He nods, his jaw firm.

"So," his face turns back to mischief and perversion "you tappin' your cellie or what?"

"Something like that." But I don't say an thin else as Puck watches me expectantly

"Who the hell are you. Normally you'd ramble off from your black book jail of pussy."

I grit my teeth and look away from him, trying not to go soft. But Quinn... There's just something about her. I don't want her to be another name in my black book of ass. Although I admit it's pretty impressive. I've got a solid four pages on Puck... Although the odds have been in my favor shacking up with chicks and all.

"Holy fuck you met someone."

"What, no!"

"Don't lie to me Satan." I glare at him

"Don't call me that."

"Oh come on you know you've slayed every chick in the joint since we were fourteen." His jaw may as we'll be on the floor

"So what? I like what I like."

"I just saying that I never figured you for a one woman type of girl."

"I'm not." I shrug, though there's no confidence behind it. Not now anyway

"If you say so. Speaking of" Puck does a full on scan of the room "there are some fineeee lookin ladies in here."

"It's minimum security so most of them haven't turned to hooking and crack full time yet."

"Well I'm liking what I see. Especially that dark chocolate."

I turn to the direction where Puck is salivating and am immediately horrified.

"Mercedes."

"I'd ride her like one."

"You're foul." I feel my stomach turn, although if I think about it.. No! I don't let my mind wander there, even if I could see it working...maybe...if it weren't for these bars...and maybe if I wouldn't have to worry about my best friends girl jumping me. But she is Quinn's best friend.

"You love it."

"Perv."

"I ran into Eliza the other day."

For a second my heart stands still, but I try to continue casually

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. She came lookin for me." Puck leans back in his chair. I can tell he's surveying my reaction. I'm trying not to give him one.

"She came lookin for you trying to score?"

"No she came lookin for me because she's lookin for you."

"Did you tell her she's wasting her time?"

"Was I supposed to?"

"I don't have anything to say to her, you know that. So the next time that she comes looking for me tell her to do me a favor and don't."

"If you say so mamacita"

...

Talking to Puck had been both amazing and exhausting. Forever he's been like family. I left him with the promise that when I got out I'd put him in touch with his dark chocolate goddess. Hopefully he'll fall down another skank hole and forget before I'm released though.

"Hey Q-" I barge into the room to see Quinn standing with another girl who I only recognized from the caf. She was a tall dark skinned girl who I had never seen Quinn talking to. I see something balled up in both of their hands before the girl turns and leaves.

"Hey." Quinn tries to recover her composure turning to face the cinder block wall as she shoves something in her bra.

"What the hell was going on in here?" I ask willing my temper not to spill over.

"What do you mean?" Quinn was trying to play it off, I'll give her that... but I've seen way too many transactions to think that what I'd just seen was anything innocent

"Don't play dumb with me Q"

"Look Santana it's really none of your business. Just leave it."

"None of my business?" I mock her as I slowly make my way toward her. She inches backward with me until her back hits the wall. She lets out a small gasp as her back is met with the cold blocks. "Are you sure?"

She nearly gulps as her eyes lock into mine. My teeth are clenched as I reach my hand down into her bra. Her hazel eyes look fearful for a second before turning dark. Her breath becomes ragged.

"What's this?" I ask waving the cash infront of her face

"It's nothing."

"Don't lie to me Q."

"I told you it's nothing!" She pushes her body off the wall towards me, refusing to back down

"What'd she pay you for?" I didn't mean to sound so accusing, especially knowing Quinn's past, but at the same time I can't help it

Maybe it was seeing Puck today, or being reminded of my old life but I feel something creeping up in me that I can't contain. A part of myself that I've missed.

Quinn and I stand nose to nose in a face off.

"You think I fucked her?" She grins despite her cocked brow. She's challenging me...I like it.

"Old habits die hard"

Before the words leave my mouth I feel a hand connect fiercely with my cheek. I can't help but look at the flushed girl in front of me with a smirk. My heart swells as her face softens. She's feisty. Go figure.

"Damn girl, you can slap!" I rub my cheek as I open my mouth in an attempt to readjust my jaw.

She grins as she takes my hand from my face and holds it at my side.

"Baby." She teases me

"Oh trust me Mamì, I'm full grown."

I see her eyes grow dark and glassy, and her breathing gets shallow. I grab her roughly by the hips and pull her toward me. She moans into my kiss as I push my lips against hers. We pull back, panting, and stare into each others eyes as if we're trying to solve a puzzle. It's in that moment I decide that this girl will be the death of me.

I've fought with a lot of people. They have fought back, and typically I win. That's the point isnt it? But I can't help but to think when it comes to this girl that I wouldn't mind losing. It would be worth it. She's hot when she's worked up.

Her eyes stay connected with mine, and give a glimmer of mischief as she drops down to her knees.

"Q" I moan as she grabs the waist of my sweats and pulls them lower. She keeps her eyes fixed up at me as she releases my swollen cock. I hadn't even noticed that I'd gotten so worked up.

I grab a fistful of her hair as I guide myself to her lips. She closes her eyes and flicks her tongue over my head collecting the pre cum between her lips. One hand works steadily on my shaft, and the other rests against my waist as I slip myself between her lips.

Her tongue rolls over me in all of the right places and she creates a god like suction on my dick.

"Fuck Q, you're so good." I moan as she picks up the speed. I look down at her as she takes me I'm my entirety, not caring that I'm clenching her hair roughly by the fistful.

She moans against my cock as I feel it start to throb. I know I'm close, and she must be able to tell as well because she starts to run her tongue over me furiously. Seconds later I release my load spurt by spurt, and she takes it all. Every last drop.

She continues or work me until my dick is limp and I have to pull her off of me.

I know I've banged a million chicks in my day, but I can say that I've never seen a more erotic sight than the girl on her knees before me, hazel eyes sparkling up at me with mischief as she pants through parted lips. Pink, puffy, and perfectly glistening.

"I didn't fuck her." Is the first thing that she says when we come out of our stupor, although she's still on her knees and I'm fisting her hair.

"I know." I concede releasing her hair

"How?" She's asks with a crooked smirk

"Because your mine."

"I know." Her voice is rapt and laced with sex

"It's the pills isn't it? You guys roll pills through here." I release my grip on her hair

"Something like that."

"I'm in."

"Santana no. Mercedes will kill me when-"

"I'm in. You're not going to have these little girls coming through here thinking they can run you. I told you that Layla chicks been snooping." I release her hair and stroke the side of her cheek lightly with the back of my hand. "Nah Mamì, you ain't gonna do shit. Not like that" she gestures to my belly "they're going to have to come through me."


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