So, yes this will be the last chapter of this fic, however, I found that my hand went a little overboard, so I'll be breaking it up into two parts, which basically means there's another chapter after this one, but since it all occurred with one sitting/idea I think of it as one...and apparently I have a hard time letting my fics go... :)

Quinn opened her eyes and glanced down at a Santana who was lying on her stomach with her hair covering half her face, and although she was sleeping, Quinn could feel Santana's hands twitching along her body with a few soft hums. Quinn took a breath and giggled lightly as she closed her eyes hoping to join in on Santana's dreams, not knowing if she was reliving one from their wonderfully drama filled summer that she would never forget or looking into their future and creating new ones, ones that Quinn now new, included her.

3 Months Earlier

"Come on Quinn." She yelled at herself for the fifth time after tripping over yet another one of her school boxes. All she wanted to do was get all her things to her friends' storage, which four of them were sharing for the next few months instead of dragging her things back to Ohio before heading to New York for her internship at one of the best known law firms of New York, which basically was making coffee, sending faxes, filing and handing things from one attorney to another, but it would look on her resume, and most importantly, it was in New York, where her new infatuation lived; Santana Lopez. Just saying her name made Quinn blush, which was still weird at times, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she could feel the beautiful Latina exploring up and down her body, capitalizing on all her key points. She knew they had discovered something wonderful in one another after Mr. Schue's non-wedding, and couldn't wait to experience more.

Quinn finally had everything together and quickly got her things in storage just in time to catch the four o'clock train into the city. As soon as her butt hit the seat she exhaled in relief. She was on her way. She wanted to text Santana, but she was working late at the bar training someone, and although Kurt and Rachel were around, they were too flutter-minded and Rachel wouldn't stop using exclamation points after every word, still not believing what was actually happening between her and Santana. Instead, Quinn shut her eyes, and daydreamed, she loved how intoxicating Santana was and that when she closed her eyes she could not only see her image, but could feel her touch, and her voice plastered into her brain as if she was actually there.

Quinn easily saw Santana asking if she trusted her, and although she was hesitant at first, which of course made Santana laugh, she nodded. Santana took out two scarves and brought one of Quinn's hands over her head and tied it to the bedpost.

"You sure?" She asked again, Quinn bit her lip already feeling a shot of excitement drive down her body and nodded again and Santana swiftly grabbed her other wrist and tied it back. Santana then began to kiss down each sensitive point on her inner arm, hovering over each breast for a moment, Quinn's nipples rising just by her breath grazing over them. Quinn began to tremble getting a pleased grin from Santana in return.

"So what are you planning to do?" But Santana looked up, placed her finger to her lips, and hushed Quinn as she brought her mouth back down and circled each of her nipples with the tip of her tongue, then gave them a light blow, shooting another shock-wave through her body. Next, Santana took her fingers and trickled up and down Quinn's sides as she slowly kissed her way down to her waist, Quinn's breathing beginning to become noticeable, but still controlled. She did her best to control her body and breathing knowing this had to have been one of Santana's games, but then Santana licked the lining of her waist, causing a lightening bolt to her center, but Santana's fingers were still traipsing from one side of her waist to the other, not listening to the demand of Quinn's body.

"You're still part evil, you know that right." But again Quinn was hushed as Santana carefully spread her legs, her whole body letting Santana know how turned on she was, and again Santana smirked, as she delicately ran her fingers up and down her thighs. Quinn's breath began to quicken a little more each time Santana moved a little closer to her center. Santana devilishly licked up her thigh and briefly over her clit, stealing a few of Quinn's breaths as she moved back down between her thighs.

Although Quinn could barely stand the teasing she knew exactly what Santana was doing; exciting her more in anticipation. Santana's naked body slithered up to Quinn's mouth and she took her in as her hand found one of her breast and Quinn did her best to contain her smirk as their tongues danced, knowing that Santana's own intensity was growing and pleading with her to go on, so she too could let go.

This time as Santana made her way down Quinn's body she didn't linger for too long over the midsection of her, her fingers finally dipping deep within her overly worked up wetness, hearing Santana's satisfied hum as she entered, but she had no time, nor did she care to mock her at the moment as Santana's talented fingers began to work, she pulled on the scarf's, feeling another jolt of excitement realizing her movements would be limited. Santana lowered her tongue, and an instant loud gasp left Quinn's mouth without permission as she tugged on the scarves, creaking the bed in more than its usual spots.

Santana continued to work, and without even knowing it, Quinn began to chant her name, her body covered with glistening sweat, and her orgasms intensifying with each mention of Santana's name.

"Ma'am," Quinn heard in the distance, but shook the unfamiliar voice from her dream. "Ma'am," the voice repeated this time with the slight shake of her shoulder, shooting Quinn up from her seat panting.

"Are you okay?" The train attendant asked.

"Yes, sorry I guess I must have drifted off."

"You sure you're ok, you're sweating and were shaking pretty violently."

"I'm fine, thank you." Quinn responded, her face bright red, and although she was a little embarrassed, the blushing occurred long before the attendant woke her.

Quinn thought it was best to get up and move after causing quite the scene, but was glad she only had an hour left. The wonderful memories Santana imprinted on her memory knew how to keep her occupied, but now she needed to stay awake, not only because she wasn't interested in causing anymore scenes, but she wanted to make sure she was all touched up, so as soon as the train stopped, she could be on her way.

Quinn was exceptionally giddy as she approached the loft door, but made sure she calmed down, because although she knew Santana would be excited to see her, being overly bubbly was probably a turnoff, at least it would be with Santana's personality. She took out her compact and made she her extra red face toned down after staying with her a lot longer than normal,

"Damn day dreams." Quinn giggled once more as she knocked on the door, but she started to laugh even harder after hearing all the wrestling happening on the other side of the door.

"Everybody all right in there?"

"Fine," Kurt screeched as he mumbled a few more remarks at Rachel "Quinn sweetheart, how are you?" Kurt asked as he opened the door with an exceptionally large grin.

"Good," she answered a little bewildered at Kurt and Rachel's state. "So, where's Santana."

"Still at work," Kurt answered quickly. "Let me get your bags."

"Thanks," she said still baffled. "So what's going on with you two?"

"Oh nothing," Rachel answered while Kurt was gone. "Just discussing how you turned Santana. I didn't think a cold-blooded creature could become human again."

"Rachel!" Kurt shrieked as he dashed back from Santana's room, but Quinn was laughing.

"It's ok Kurt, I knew Rachel had some questions and since last time I saw her was the night of our date, and I skipped out early the next morning, I kind have figured I would be in from some questioning."

"You don't owe her anything," Kurt said, receiving a nasty look from Rachel. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Sure," Quinn answered, not buying Kurt's gentlemen like hospitality, especially after he toyed with her and Santana a few weeks ago. "So, what is this? Good cop, bad cop?" Kurt laughed.

"Now that's different, Rachel as a bad cop."

"Oh shut it Kurt, and get over here before Santana gets back and steals her away. She has been dreadfully vague about the two of you and it's driving me crazy."

"I can see that." Quinn answered as she took the glass of water from Kurt.

"Seriously though, are you possessed or something?"

"Rachel," again Kurt snapped at her. Quinn couldn't help but think that these two deserved their own reality show, never a dull moment; it would surely steal all the ratings.

"Relax Kurt; I'm just trying to understand. I love Santana I do, and yes we've been getting along much better than when we were in high school, but she's still a crazy, manipulative, bitch."

"Oh Berry, you sweet talker you," Santana yelled from down the hall.

"Ok, not only does she have that weird third eye thing, but she's got ears like a bat. I'm telling you, she's not human." Quinn took another sip of water, hoping to calm her nerves that developed just by hearing Santana's voice, as Rachel babbled on a little more.

"It's only the high-pitched, annoying squeal, of your voice that I can hear blocks away Rach."

"Hey," Quinn said, standing up as Santana appeared in the doorway.

"Hey," Santana replied in an entirely different tone than what she used when addressing Rachel.

"Ok, maybe they're both under some wicked queens' spell, cause you both just went into la la land." Instead of snapping this time, Kurt nodded along with Rachel since Quinn and Santana instantly looked as if they were the only ones in the room. Santana walked toward her gracefully, taking her hand, but was still able to slam Rachel as she walked by before leading Quinn to her bedroom.

As soon as Santana closed the door, they were at each other madly. It didn't matter that every Friday night before this, they displayed all sorts of dirty video chats, getting more creative each time, to finally be able to feel, smell, and taste each other over-powered any form of control that they once had to see who was the more dominate; neither one of them cared as they ungracefully started to remove their clothes, tripping over their shoes and purses along the way, and their shirts and bras had never been so difficult.

Eventually, they made it to the bed, tossing and turning, but again, not of dominance, but of the continued longing of not getting enough of one another, their breathing and hands equally erratic, not able to find a normal flow just yet; Santana finally had to sit up after being light-headed, but shook her head silly as she looked down at Quinn, both of them finally finding some rhythm in their breathing, as Santana reached down and brushed away some of Quinn's crazed hairs.

"Damn I missed you," she said making Quinn's heart sink. She knew Santana cared for her, she showed that when they were discussing on whether or not to go out, Santana of course being hesitant because of the long distance thing. But for her to not only say she missed her, but to see it as their eyes locked, the deep breaths she had to take before the words began to flow out, and her eyes looked as if they were pleading with Quinn to never be away from her for so long ever again. Quinn knew if she responded she might crumble and the last thing she wanted was to become that pathetic, romantic girl who cries whenever there's a new beautiful significant moment. Instead, she smiled, and whispered.

"I missed you too," as she drew Santana back down on top of her. Quinn wanting more of her as she flipped Santana over, briefly taking in the look in her eyes once more before diving down to taste Santana's erratic tongue that had pleased her in more ways than she could count, wanting to savory moment of that first night…