A/N: Hey guys! Ok so I went through the reviews and I laughed when I saw one of them because I knew it was going to come up, but I was hoping I would get away with it. So in response to Kilikou I just want to say I knew I was going to mess up that Spanish somehow lol. I'm definitely not fluent in Spanish as we can all see and I can't remember half the stuff I "learned" in high school Spanish class because its been so long. But yeah it sucks because I want Santana to be able to speak in Spanish in this story but I don't really remember anything so I used an internet translator, which I know never works, and wrote the English out just to make sure you guys knew what I wanted to say in case anything was wrong lol. But yeah I can't guarantee it won't happen again, but at least you guys get the idea. Plus at least you can have a laugh at how bad at Spanish I am. :) So now that I'm done ranting thanks everybody for reading and reviewing. I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter! Let me know what you guys think about it, I like your input!

Disclaimer: I do not own glee.

Dani's POV:

When I got to Santana's apartment I knocked on the door a little impatiently, anxious to see my girlfriend. After a couple of knocks, she opened up the door and my jaw dropped immediately. Santana was dressed in a ridiculously short cheerleading outfit that said WMHS across the chest. She looked completely hot and it took every ounce of my being to control myself.

"Judging by the look on your face I'm going to say that you like?" she laughed closing the door behind me when I walked through the door.

"I love," I breathed out my heart racing faster. "But isn't that a little short for high school?" I asked unable to look away from her toned legs.

"Yeah probably, but our high school never really made any sense to begin with," she chuckled coming over to me and wrapping her arms around my waist. She glanced down at my hand and noticed the slight bruising on my knuckles. "Are you sure your okay Dani?" she asked looking into my eyes.

"I'm fine San," I said stroking her cheek. "Anyways you're the one who we should be worried about."

"Dani my head doesn't hurt anymore, I promise. I've been taking my medication and everything," she said proudly.

"Good," I said before I couldn't control myself anymore and I quickly pressed my lips to hers in a heated kiss. I ran my tongue across her lip and she quickly parted her lips allowing me to explore. We made our way into her room and flopped back onto her bed without ever breaking away from each other. I ran my hands up her thighs feeling how toned the latina was and loving every second of it. She groaned at the feeling and I moved to her neck sucking and licking, which elicited some more moans from my beautiful girlfriend. She flipped me over so that she was on top and quickly began returning the favor as I squirmed underneath her, unable to control my moaning from the sensations that she was giving me. She ran her hands down my sides and played with the hem of my shirt before pulling it up and over my head. She quickly began sucking and kissing down my chest and all the way to my stomach before I pulled her back up for a hungry kiss. I grabbed the bottom of her outfit and pulled it off of her and she immediately reconnected our lips as I threw her outfit on the ground. I pushed her back over so that I was straddling her and I trailed kisses on her stomach making my way back up to her lips. When I came back in for a kiss I heard her groan and I broke away looking into her eyes. I saw a mixture of pleasure and what looked like pain flash across her eyes.

"San? Are you okay?" I asked still looking into her eyes.

"I'm fine," she said reconnecting our lips. I tangled my hands in her hair and I felt something warm coat my fingers. When I looked at my hands, there was blood on them. I immediately sat up so I was straddling her and halted what we were doing despite Santana's attempts to continue.

"Baby your bleeding," I said concerned. "Let me look at your head," I said reaching for her head.

"No please I don't want to stop now. I'm fine," she whined trying to pull me closer to her. I put my hand on her chest to stop her from pulling me down.

"Seriously babe we need to stop. I don't want to hurt you anymore than you already are," I said seriously.

"Ok fine," she huffed turning slightly so I could take a look at her head. I got up off of Santana and went into the bathroom to find some gauze. I came back out and put pressure on her cut with some cloths I found in her bathroom. She groaned from the pain and after about ten minutes I wrapped up her wound in gauze.

"Thanks," she said turning back over.

"No problem," I said wrapping my arms around her waist.

"This whole head wound thing is really ruining everything," she whined which I couldn't help but laugh at.

"Babe I think you'll be fine," I said kissing her on the cheek. She turned her head so that she was looking at me.

"But we were having so much fun until my stupid head decided to start bleeding again," she pouted.

"Yes we were, but there are other things we can have fun doing."

"Like what?" she asked disappointment still in her voice.

"Like…" I trailed off thinking about what we could do. "How about we watch a movie. Or we could play twenty questions," I said trying to come up with some ideas.

"Well we watched a movie last time so lets play twenty questions. Plus it will give me an opportunity to find out all of your dirty little secrets," she smirked her disappointment fading.

"Alright you ask first," I said laying my head across her chest.

"What's your favorite color," she asked and I laughed.

"What?" she asked confused.

"You just said you wanted to find out all of my dirty little secrets and the first thing you ask me is what my favorite color is?" I said unable to control my laughter.

"Well I thought I would ease into the harder questions. So just answer the question," she said slightly annoyed.

"It's blue," I finally answered. "What were you like in high school?" I asked curious about her previous life ever since I found out she was a cheerleader.

"Ugh I was a little bit of a bitch. You already know I was a cheerleader but my coach always tried to destroy the glee club and unfortunately back then I cared way too much about being popular so I occasionally helped her in her plans. Pretty much if you knew me back then you wouldn't have liked me," she admitted and I found it hard to believe. "What are your siblings like?" she asked and I groaned at the mention of my siblings.

"Well I have an older brother named Derrick and an older sister named Avery. Derrick is 26 and he's a model and a major asshole. My sister Avery is 24 and she's a social worker. My brother always taunted me but not even in like the big brother kind of way. It was more of the malicious kind of way and my sister was never really around because she was too involved in her schoolwork. My parents were obsessed with them and my brother never let me forget it. When my parents found out that I was gay, he helped them find a camp to ship me off to. I don't even know if my sister knows because she left for California like two months before they found out and she was too concerned about herself to check in with the family, not that I really blame her," I sighed. "Ok let's move on from that. When did you know you were gay?"

"Hmmm I don't really remember when I truly knew. I think it was probably when I was a sophomore in high school, but I was in denial for a while before I actually accepted myself. What is the worst thing you have ever done?"

"I'm an angel Santana. I don't do anything wrong," I said looking up at her with a grin.

"Oh right. So I guess that hand of yours got bruised because you were realigning that assholes nose?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"Exactly," I laughed. "Ok honestly that is probably the worst thing I've ever done. I've never hit anyone before that and I can't think of anything that I have done that's really worse than that. Sorry you wasted your question. How do you feel about marriage and having kids?"

"Hey that should count as two questions," she whined.

"Fine," I said not wanting to argue. " Just answer them," I said wanting to know the answer.

"Well yeah I want to get married one day and have children but I don't want to have more than three. How about you?" she asked.

"That's going to cost you two questions," I smirked. "Yeah I want to get married and have children, but I actually want four kids."

"Why four?"

"I don't know I guess I just like an even number. And that counts as another question," I said as she whined.

"Am I ever going to get to hear you sing?" I asked realizing I still hadn't heard her voice.

"Yeah if you really want to. But I'm not as good as you," she said and I blushed slightly. "Ok I'm getting tired," she yawned. "I think we should cut this down to ten questions and then save the other ten for another time."

"Alright that's fine by me. What's your favorite song?" I asked becoming a little tired myself.

"Well it used to be You Oughta Know by Alanis Morissette but now it's this little song called Skyscraper by this girl I saw perform at some coffee shop. I think her name was Dani," she teased giving me a kiss on my forehead. "Do you have any regrets about your life?"

"Hmmm there are things that I know I shouldn't have done, but I wouldn't take anything back because they got me to where I am now. And I'm pretty happy right now," I said squeezing her waist a little tighter. "How about you? Any regrets?"

"Yeah, I mean I agree that I wouldn't have made it here without going through everything that I did, but I do wish that I was a little nicer in high school," she shrugged. "How many people have you slept with?"

"Only three," I admitted knowing that it was a slightly low number. "You?"

"Shit, I don't think you want to know," she said worry flooding her voice.

"It's okay, really I won't get mad," I said honestly.

"Um I honestly don't know exactly but I think it's somewhere around sixty," she admitted searching my eyes for disappointment but not finding any. "What's your favorite thing about me?" she continued on.

"Hmmm that's a tough one, I like too much about you. I think I'm going to have to go with how caring you are. Even though you don't like to admit it, I see how much you care about your roommates and me and I think it's really sweet," I said and she smiled slightly in response. "What about you? What do you like most about me?"

"I can't really choose. I like your smile, your beautiful eyes, and the way you make me a better person when I'm around you. I like the way you blush when I give you compliments and I like how amazingly strong and independent you are. I like the fact that you are so optimistic even after all of the shit you have been through. I like you, Dani. Every imperfection and every little thing about you makes me like you more," she said and I couldn't help but blush at her words. I leaned in and gave her a kiss and then pulled away so I could ask my last question.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" I asked looking into her eyes.

"I didn't used to believe in it, but I think I've changed my mind," she said sealing it with a kiss. I didn't even give her the opportunity to ask her last question as I got lost in the feelings she always seemed to flood me with. Being with her was like nothing I've ever experienced with anybody before and I couldn't believe I had been missing this for so many years. I broke away from the kiss and turned around wrapping her arms around my waist. She turned her body so it was flush against mine and held me until we both drifted off to sleep.

And there's chapter 8. Thanks again for reading and reviewing. It means the world to me. Any ideas and comments are welcome so let me know what you think in the review section. Thanks again, love you guys!