A/N: I'm sorry if this story is getting boring. I don't know if it is, but I knew I was bored writing the last few chapters, and this one. But maybe it's just me...also I was a little angry while writing this thanks to listening to Hollywood Undead while working on it, so thought I'd warn you in case it seeps into the chapter :P

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Brittany bounded towards Santana and Quinn who had just walked in as her class was leaving.

"Hey." Santana said, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend.

"Hi San, today was a blast. Rachel attempted to do the moves, and she slipped, but she's okay. It was funny though."

Rachel rolled her eyes and walked towards them. "Glad you thought so." She mumbled before tackling Quinn into a hug. She nestled her head into her girlfriend's neck, enjoying the familiar smell of her perfume. "I missed you" the diva whispered, hoping that she didn't seem too clingy. She knew Quinn was never one for extreme affection, or clinginess. The brunette relaxed as she felt Quinn wrap her arms around her.

"I missed you too babe."

"I swear one of these days I will vomit on you, you guys are disgusting!"

"Shut up San, I think it's the cutest thing. They fit together like a puzzle." Brittany said, smiling at the couple standing beside them.

Rachel pulled out of the embrace, but not fully. Quinn's arms were still wrapped around her and she felt completely comfortable. She stood on her tip-toes and brushed her lips lightly with Quinn's. The blonde immediately deepened the kiss and Rachel let out a soft moan. Santana began to make gagging noises and the sound caused the two to disconnect.

"I don't know what was more disgusting, seeing that or seeing Quinn's boss hit on her today." Santana said, attempting to shake away the images that now resided in her head. Quinn turned her head to look at Santana and she sent her a sharp glare.

Rachel backed out of the embrace fully and raised an eyebrow at Quinn. The blonde always found it hot when Rachel did that. She also loved jealous Rachel, because when Rachel was jealous their intimate encounters were twice as hot, as they normally were.

"She wasn't hitting on me, she was being nice. Besides she's a huge fan of you Rach." Quinn smiled. "I kind of talked about you a lot…"

Rachel blushed and kissed Quinn's cheek. Suddenly the blonde's cell phone started ringing loudly throughout the now empty dance studio. She quickly opened the phone and didn't even bother checking the caller ID, in fear of missing the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby mama. Want to grab the group and meet up for dinner? I'll be generous and pay, since my job is fucking ballin'."

"One sec…" she lowered the phone and placed her hand over the talking piece "Puck wants to know if you guys would be up for dinner. It's on him."

Santana didn't waste any time in answering. "Free meal, hell ya." The other two just simple nodded.

"Name the time and place and we'll be there."

xxxxx

They all shuffled into the restaurant and Puck waved them over to his table. They greeted the hostess and then walked by her, and headed toward where Puck was sitting.

"Hey." He said, his eyes looking over every girl. He couldn't believe he was hanging with 4 girls, and wasn't going to score with one of them. They all responded with a light greeting, and soft conversation began, they ordered there food and then began to eat. Santana and Puck weren't ones for conversation while they ate, so the meal was enjoyed in peace, with the random word from Rachel and a conversation between Quinn and Brittany revolving ducks.

"So how was the first day on the job?" Puck asked Quinn, pushing his now clean plate away from him slightly, pushing it into Rachel's plate. She scoffed and he rolled his eyes.

"It was okay, kind of boring all my boss did was show me around, she gave me no work and she is way too curious for my liking. She got to personal, and I felt kind of uncomfortable but I held it together. Which reminds me…" Quinn said turning to Rachel. "She invited us to a work thing tomorrow…" she turned back towards her friends. "…and you guys too."

"What exactly does this work thing entail?" Rachel said, raising her eyebrow thanks to curiosity.

"One of the new bands on the label is holding a concert tomorrow. So do you guys want to come?"

Puck shrugged. "Drinks will be on you Fabray."

Santana crossed her arms across her chest. "I told you I'd go, I don't trust this chick…" since Santana was going, that automatically meant Brittany would go. The blonde turned to Rachel waiting for her answer.

"I'll go, but only on one condition…"

Quinn smiled timidly, "And what's that?"

The brunette leaned toward her girlfriend and she gently brought her lips to Quinn's earlobe and sucked on it for a second before whispering into the blonde's ear. "My condition is that we get the apartment to ourselves tonight." Quinn swallowed thickly. She could feel Rachel's hand as it inched up her thigh. "I don't care how you do it, but convince Santana and Brittany to go elsewhere." The brunette whispered it seductively and all the blonde wanted to do was get home. Unfortunately that was hard to do, when you're in the middle of a dinner, with your friends.

"Quinn?" a voice said, the blonde recognized it a tiny bit and Santana is quick to raise her head and give the girl a glare. The blonde looked at the girl who was standing at the side of their table looking down at her. "Didn't think I'd find you here, how are you?" Callie asked, with a drink in hand and a guy on her arm.

"I'm good..." Quinn mumbled, feeling a little awkward. She was trying not to pay attention to the fact that Rachel's hand kept getting higher on her leg. The blonde swallowed hard and gave her boss a fake smile. "This is my girlfriend Rachel Berry."

Rachel plastered on a huge smile, it was a fake, one she had mastered for press and interviews. Callie reached across the table and Rachel took her hand off of Quinn's thigh and shook the woman's hand. Quinn let out a deep breath in relief.

"I can't believe I'm actually meting you, you are a fantastic performer."

"Thank you." Rachel beamed, and a small blush appeared on her cheeks. Santana watched Callie, and noticed that the woman, although she was talking to Rachel was side glancing at Quinn, very subtly. Santana wasn't stupid she knew when she could spot a player, because before her and Brittany became official, she was the same way. Just from looking at Callie she could tell that she used her charm to her advantage, and she already slapped a big target sign on Quinn.

"You're very welcome." Callie smiled.

"If you don't mind me asking, where are you from?" Rachel had always been too curious for her own good. And as soon as she heard the accent she had to know.

"Greece..." she placed her hand on Quinn's shoulder and gently squeezed it. The blonde looked across the table and caught Santana's eyes with hers. The Latina narrowed them and Quinn gulped from the intense and almost satanic glare Santana was sending her, or the hand; Quinn wasn't quite sure. "You guys should visit, it is so beautiful there." The girl finally let go of Quinn's shoulder and looked around the table, realizing she had been rude.

"Oh where are my manors. I'm Callie, Quinn works for me." She said placing her hand out. Puck and Brittany shook it gracefully.

"Brittany is Santana's girlfriend, and Puck is..." Quinn started realizing her friends hadn't actually introduced themselves while shaking the woman's hand.

"I look out for Quinn..."Puck said it with a little bit of venom, not trusting the woman either. At least him and Santana were on the same page for something.

Callie laughed, thinking it was a joke not realizing it was a threat. "Are you her body guard or something?"

Puck's eyebrows furrowed at her joke. "Actually I'm the father of her child." He glared at her and this time Callie finally registered the threat. She didn't seem affected (even though she was) she gave a simple nod, understanding. She recovered with a small smile and straightened her posture. Santana was still glaring at her, but she had noticed that Puck had gotten under her skin.

"Since we all seem to be introducing people, I would like you all to meet my fiancé Ian." Everyone turned to look at the silent man, who had been hanging off her arm awkwardly since she had appeared. They all gave him a soft hello, and Santana studied him, and she actually felt sorry for the guy. He looked at Callie the way she looked at Britt, but the girl of his dreams was a person who just slept around, conquest after conquest.

"Anyway we better get going" she turned to look at Quinn, "see you guys tomorrow night?"

"We'll be there, thanks for the offer." The blonde replied, giving her a soft smile. Callie nodded, smiled and then walked away, dragging Ian along with her.

"I already hate her..." Santana growled, and only Brittany and Puck heard her. The bubbly blonde leaned toward her girlfriend and gave her a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. Santana smiled and looked into her girlfriend's eyes.

"It's okay Sanny, we have Q's back and we won't let this person mess with her."

Santana swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She nodded and casually got out of her seat. She needed to share a word with the 'lovely' Callie. The Latina discreetly looked back at Brittany, shot her a sweet smile and then turned around, and began walking in the direction the girl had took off in. Santana's face, which was happy 5 minutes ago from staring at Brittany completely changed as her bitch mode took over. Once she walked through the little restaurant she finally spotted the girl outside, leaning against the brick wall; cigarette in hand.

Santana rolled her eyes and pushed open the doors and walked into the cold, crisp air. Callie looked at her for a split second and then brought the stick up to her mouth and took a puff from it.

"That'll kill you ya know." Santana muttered, wondering if that was really a bad thing.

"Bad habits die hard." Callie said softly, trying to be nice. Santana once again knew it was all an act. "Why did you follow me outside...Santana is it?"

Santana took a step forward and crossed her arms across her chest. "Q..." she trailed off realizing Callie had no idea that Quinn was 'Q'. Santana didn't use Quinn's name a lot and as she was about to, it felt weird, it didn't feel normal. "Quinn is a smart chick, but sometimes she doesn't pick up on things as quick as I do. She's one of the strongest people I know, and she has a fierce back hand, a cold heart but also a warm one. This isn't the point I'm trying to make...what I'm trying to say is Quinn's tough, and smart but I'm tougher and smarter; when it comes to people like you anyway."

Callie threw her cigarette down on the ground and crunched it with her shoe. "Where are you going with this?" Santana took another step, and she looked into the girl's eyes, bringing the bitch back that used to rule McKinley's halls.

"Stay the fuck away from Quinn. I know you're her boss and everything, but if you touch her, or ruin what she and Berry have I will beat you with my bare hands."

Callie laughed, and it was a laugh that caused Santana to get goosebumps and not in a good way. "If she has a problem with me hitting on her, why isn't she out here giving me this speech?"

"Because when her minds on that annoying midget in there, Quinn doesn't notice anything. Also I knew your motivations when I first laid eyes on you. Quinn on the other hand, not so much. I guess her dating Berry has fucked her up, because Rachel has taught her to try and see the best in people because that's the way Berry is."

"You're expecting me to back off because she's taken, and because you threatened me? Quinn can make her own decisions."

Santana scowled and turned to look inside the window. She spotted her friends laughing, all but one. She locked eyes with Puck. They weren't that far away from the table really. The table was close to the doors, and it was easy to lock a gaze.

"Listen here bitch; if you fuck with Rachel and Quinn, you're fucking with me and him..." Santana said, pointing her finger towards Puck. Callie followed the finger and her eyes soon settled on Puck. "Trust me, he almost killed Rachel's ex-boyfriend for kissing her, I'm sure he'd actually finish the job with you. Puck's not afraid of anything and Quinn means the world to him..."

Callie stepped forward and her lips were close to Santana's ear now. "I like a challenge, and you just spiked my interest in Ms. Fabray." Santana was about to lunge at her but the girl slipped inside faster than the Latina could lunge.

Callie stuck her head out of the door and sent Santana a warm smile. "That was a nice little chat wasn't it? I'll see you tomorrow night, Santana."

"Not if you're beaten into a-"Santana cut herself off, when she realized her friend's were getting up from their seats, obviously on their way out.

"Hey, why'd you take off?" Quinn asked, as she zipped up her jacket once they exited the diner. Her hand soon found Rachel's and she squeezed it tightly. For some reason the blonde felt as if she had to be delicate with Rachel lately, after everything that happened with Finn she was afraid that anything would cause the brunette to just shatter and break. They were beginning to get over the fears they had, but Rachel was being more affectionate, which Quinn took as her way of holding on tighter, to something/someone she thought she could easily lose.

"I needed to clear my head." Santana mumbled. "But now I want to get drunk as fuck..." she looked at Brittany waiting for the blonde's reaction to that. The bubbly girl just nodded, and seemed overly chipper.

"You three coming?"

"There is no way I am going to attend another one of your college parties anytime soon." Quinn mumbled, still suffering from the headache.

"I'm down." Puck said. He leaned into Quinn and gave her a peck on the top of her head. "See you tomorrow?" Puck asked, wondering if Quinn still wanted to go see Beth with him. Quinn was 16 when she gave birth, and when she graduated she was 18 and currently she still was. That meant Beth was around 2 years old, but close to being 3 and it killed Quinn, because although Beth wasn't old enough to understand the situation, her kid could be walking and talking and she missed all of it and she had no idea what to say to her.

Quinn just nodded mutely.

"I'll pick you up at 11 baby mama. See you around Rach." He said, glancing over at the brunette.

"Goodnight Noah, be safe you guys. New York isn't always nice at night. Have fun!"

They all nodded at Rachel and mumbled a goodnight, before walking down the sidewalk; leaving the two girls alone.

"Well the house is all ours, like I wanted..." Rachel said in a husky voice as they flagged for a cab, seen as they were stupid and walked from the apartment to the restaurant instead of driving. "I fully intend on using that to my advantage." She whispered, once the finally got a cab. The brunette playfully nipped at Quinn's neck, causing her to moan.

"You're already turning me on Rach..." the blonde whispered, her voice thick with lust, which made it raspy, and low.

The brunette shifted her lips close to the ex-cheerleader's ear. "Good." With that Rachel opened the cab's door and allowed Quinn to slide in first.

"You're a big tease..."

Rachel laughed. "At least my motto throughout high school wasn't 'it's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing.' "

Quinn glared at her. "Shut it Berry..." Rachel leaned back in the seat and just laughed, as the cab driver drove away.