I couldn't meet up with Santana at the coffee shop today, because I've started doing twice a week tutoring for this kid who I honestly wonder how got to college in the first place. Seriously, he's not a jock or anything, but he's so stupid it give me a headache.

Riding the bus home alone is the worst. In the morning it's all working class people and other students, but at night the creeps come out. The half-drunk guys and freaks with tattoos on their face, hitting on me shamelessly until I got off the bus or punched them in the nuts.

When I got home Santana wasn't tackling me against the door like she normally was. In fact, I didn't even see her. "San!" I shouted, dropping my stuff on the floor. She sounded out of breath when she called back "IN HERE!" from the room.

I turned the corner to see our room completely rearranged. The identical dressers sat on one side of the room, pushed together next to the closet. On the other wall were our beds. Well BED, seeing as she'd shoved them together to make one. My jaw dropped at the sweetness of it all. Santana never did anything like this. She was smiling widely, like a kid who'd just made a home-made gift for his first valentine.

"Aww, San…" I pushed her down on the now king-sized bed and straddling her waist and giving her a dozen little kisses.

"Do you like it? I was hoping… I figured we sleep together almost every night anyway."

"I love it. This is so sweet of you… You've been all romantic lately." I kissed her again. I could feel her smirking against my lips this time, as she spread her legs so I fell between them. I gasped, feeling the warmth coming from her core. I moved my hands to the sides of her head, fisting the soft blanket as she pushed her hips against mine. Wait a minute…

I pulled my head back to look at the deep blue fabric in my hand. "Did you get a new blanket?"

"Um yeah… obviously our old one's weren't going to work… so I went to the store on the way home and-"

"Wait so you got new sheets and blankets?" I asked. She nodded. "Only one set?"

"No I got two why?" She moaned loudly as I shamelessly shoved my hand into her basketball shorts, cupping her soaking wet pussy. I ran my index finger up her slit and she gasped and went "Hey wait, I'm not changing the sheets again tonight…"

I laughed loudly, yanking her shorts down and pulling my shirt off, because it was getting terribly hot all of a sudden. "You're so cute."

"I'm fucking seri-ohhh…" She gasped as I pushed two fingers inside her. "What was that San?"

"YOU'RE CHANGING THE FUCKING SHEETS." She yelled, and I almost pulled my fingers out from laughing so hard. She sat up and yanked her own shirt off, making her nipples harden against the cool air from the fan. She reached for the back of my head, our mouths colliding as she yanked my hair by the roots.

Normally this would piss me off, but something about it was so hot that I couldn't bare to think about stopping her. I felt her running her tongue between my lips, and I sucked on it hard as I pinched her nipple with my free hand. She gasped, driving her hips up to meet my thrust, making me moan into her mouth. Eventually breathing became impossible, and I moved down her body.

I ran my tongue down her body to tease all the important parts. I felt her nipples pebble in my mouth, and I had to stop myself from humping her leg. "This is so fucking hot San... you fucking yourself on my hand" I blew hard on her nipple, watching it tighten against my lips. Santana yelped as I reached down and nipped hard at it, then ran my tongue down her body.

"Quinn… Quinn…" Santana chanted. I stilled my hand and smirked, dipping into her belly button. "Yes babe?"

"Quinn… I need you." She bucked against my slow fingers, her nails scratching up my back.

"You have me." I said earnestly.

"FUCK ME Quinn." She yelped impatiently.

"I am." I giggled, thrusting my fingers up and circling over her g-spot.

"QUINN!" She screamed. I leaned down and blew lightly against her clit, making it rise out of the hood. Santana whimpered as I ran my tongue over it in tiny circles. "Q… please…" she whimpered.

"Huh?" I flicked the tiny bud teasingly. "You need something babe?"

"PLEASE Quinn. Please fuck me with your mouth. I need to come baby, please…"

I smiled, finally relieving her aching clit. I pushed her hips down to keep her from crushing my face as I sucked her into my mouth, thrusting her fingers up deep, trying to hit that one spot. I pulled her leg up to put it over my should, pushing my fingers as deep as they would go. I flicked my fingers up and- "ohhhhh…." I found it.

"Yes baby yes…. Oh fuck Quinn yesssss." Santana was screaming. I felt her walls squeezing my two fingers. "So good Quinn, you have me so close babe…"

I smirked against her hardened clit, knowing just how to make her come. I pulled hard on the little pink bud with my lips and nipped at it, just hard enough to hear her yelp. I ran my tongue over it, feeling her raise my hips with enough strength to push me up, despite my hand on her waist. She let out a loud moan and then I felt it. A gush of wetness coating my fingers as she vibrated against me with the crashing intenseness of her orgasm.

I waited till her body stilled to begin running my tongue up and down her slit. I sucked her lower lips into my mouth, making sure every essence of come was wiped from her nice tight pussy.

I sat up wiping my chin. The second my eyes met hers Santana pushed my down, climbing on top of me. "Quinn Fabray…" She mumbled against my lips.

"Hmm?" I kissed her softly, letting her taste herself on my lips.

"You're the fucking best." She giggled. "All pun intended."

I smiled pulling her lips against mine and preparing for a long night.