Hey, it's been a while. BUT speedy updates to come. As for my other stories... we'll see. For those of you who are actually reading this, tell me in a review or in a PM which of my stories you'd like to see updated, and I'll try. I'm doing this with my least popular story, this one, mostly just to see who'd actually suggest something. Anyway, onto the story.

"As happy I am that you have that on-"

"One step ahead of you," she rasped. A mere three seconds later, the lingerie was falling to the floor. I hardly had time to process it before she was crawling on top of me. With her thighs in between mine, I was pretty sure I was in Heaven. Or, given my life choices, as close as I'd get. She bucked her hips down, drawing out a moan that she muffled with her lips.

With determination, she sat up and pulled my underwear down, then effortlessly undid my bra in under a second.

This time, she placed herself at an angle that made our cores touch. I moaned at the contact, but she wasted no time. She grinded with purpose; quickly and efficiently. I panted her name out like a mantra, repeating it with every stroke she made. She whimpered when I lifted my hips up to match her, encouraging me to keep going.

It ended too soon when I felt the familiar waves take over my body, and I could tell by her trembling that she was close to. That's when I heard something that didn't sound like her usual moan. In fact, it didn't sound like a moan at all. I forced my eyes open, and saw that Santana's were screwed shut, but one tear streamed down her cheek. Part of me wanted to stop her, but she looked determined. She grinded down like she needed it. After I came, she was still going. Then, she collapsed on top of me. She rolled off, then I took her in my arms.

"I really don't want you to go," she admitted quietly.

I sighed, "I don't want to leave you."

"You have to."

"It's not forever," I told her.

"It's going to feel like it," she grumbled. I pulled her even closer.

"We're forever," I said sternly. "Not the distance."

"I love you, Quinn."

Santana

So this is how it felt to my brothers when I left. She's not even gone yet, but I have this feeling in my stomach and I really, really want it to go away. This morning was quiet. We spent most of it just being close to each other, neither of us knew what to say really. Her clothes and favorite items are packed away in my van. This apartment looks awful without her things.

"San," she said softly, "it's time to go."

I've decided that I hate every season other than Summer. Summer is nice, it's warm, it's free, and Quinn didn't have to go to college. Now, Summer is over, and she's leaving. "Let's go," I smiled as kindly as I could.

"This is so… weird," she stated once she was buckled in.

"Tell me about it," I mumbled.

"It's like Graduation day, kind of," she continued, "a life changing day."

"Feels like it," I smiled weakly. She reached over and rested her hand on my thigh. I'm wearing shorts today, so the goosebumps she gave me were obvious. When we got to the station, she pulled in her two suitcases, while I tried my best with the two boxed stacked on top of each other.

"It should be here in ten," she stated. I sat the boxes down and pulled her close, burying my face in the crook of her neck. "San."

She pulled back after a few minutes, a hurt smile on her lips. "Next weekend. Then a month."

"One visit at a time," I chuckled. "We'll be okay." She pressed her lips against mine, ran her fingers through my hair and made my beanie fall off my my head. I didn't even think about picking it up when she snaked her tongue through my lips.

"San.." She hummed after a few minutes. "I have to-"

"Not yet," I mumbled against her lips. When we pulled away, she looked at me for a second before checking her watch.

"Any minute now," she told me. Then, the train's loud noises filled the station. I picked up her boxes and silently helped her board the train. She hugged me quickly, "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Saturday?"

I stepped off of the train. "I'll see you then," I smiled.

Six Months Later

Noah invited me over today, obviously for a party. Today is my twentieth birthday, but my girlfriend isn't here to celebrate with me. Apparently she has a big test on Monday and can't afford to come visit. That's fine, I guess. I mean, there's nothing I can do about it. I haven't seen her in two months, neither of us could visit the other. We call and video chat pretty often, and I guess that's enough.

The party passed in a blur, a fuzzy mix of friends, alcohol, and getting soaked in the pool. I stumbled into my apartment and was greeted by Delta (the dog Noah got me about a month ago). Something about me moping around when I'm not at work, needing a distraction.

Wait, Delta grew. She's a big dog, but not this big.

"Who are you?" I asked the thing that was looking at me with it's arms crossed. It's giggle was familiar, and contagious.

"Are you a little drunk, babe?"

"Quinnie?" I smiled.

"You really thought I'd miss your birthday?" She asked as she wrapped her arms around me.

Summer

"Torture," I shook my head with a pout. I watched Quinn get dressed for the kid's (Marley, Jake, and Kitty's) celebration dinner, which Quinn deemed me too sick to go to. I may or may not have gotten a cold after our impromptu night swim.

"Sorry, babe. The next one, maybe," she told me as she slipped her heels on.

"Torture," I repeated when she kissed my forehead.

"I love you," she sang.

"Love you too," I rolled my eyes.

"I'll be back early," she promised.

"You better be," I pointed, "Who else will take care of me?"

"I'll always take care of you," she kissed my cheek. "And I would kiss you, if I didn't think I'd-"

"Yeah yeah, I know," I chuckled. "Go. Have fun."

"I'll be back before you can miss me," she smiled cheekily.

"Too late." As soon as she closed the door behind her, I started coughing uncontrollably.

Quinn

"How does it feel?" I asked them, "To be seniors, I mean."

"I am so ready," Kitty smiled, "Now that Cassandra has graduated, I can finally take my rightful spot as captain. I can't believe she convinced Sue to let her take over."

"Santana told me," I frowned. "She tried."

"I know she did. But now, it's mine. Which means: cheer scholarship, here I come!" She cheered. We joined her, filling the already noisy restaurant with hoots and hollers.

"Man, this is gonna be a good year," Jake clapped.

"And a kick ass summer!" Ryder added. Conversation continued through the table, each one similar to the one happening next to it. All of it was about how exciting their senior year would be. My first year in college was amazing- I majored in English and minored in Linguistics. The only flaw- a fatal one- was that I spent so much time away from Santana. Now, when we're not working, we get to spend as much time together as we'd like.

"Long time no see," someone said from behind me. I turned and saw a familiar face smiling at me. He wore a waiter's uniform, and had gorgeous hazel eyes. And long dreadlocks. "My name is Joseph, and I'll be waiting on you today."

"Joseph," I smiled.

"Quinn Fabray," he grinned.

"How have you been?" I asked him as I stood up to give him a hug.

"I've been pushing through," he shrugged. "But, New York should prepare itself."

"And why is that?" I giggled.

"Starting next semester, I will officially be a student at the one and only: New York University." He said this proudly, his chin held high.

"Maybe we'll have some classes. I'll show you where all of the best coffee shops are," I told him.

"I'd really like that," he said sincerely. We just looked at each other until Kitty cleared her throat. Um. That was...weird. "What can I get for you?"

"I don't know," Kitty hummed. She looked at me. "What does your girl friend usually get?" Jo shifted uncomfortably, but his smile never left. "Santana loves this place."

"You guys are still..uh.."

"We are," I nodded. He cleared his throat.

"May I start you off with any drinks?"

Santana came home in her usual jump suit over her swimsuit, her hair was wavy from being wet, and her eyes were tired.

"I stopped by the hospital," she said as she took off her jacket.

"How's abuela doing?" I ask her from my seat on the bed.

"Really good, actually. My father says he thinks she may be ready to go home."

"Santana, that's great!"

"I know," she smiled, "It's been a year. I can't imagine what that must have been like for her."

"Where will she be staying?"

"She wants to go back to her place. I'm not sure if that's the best idea...but she's so damn stubborn," she grumbled. I giggled.

"So that's where you got it from!"

"Oh, ha-ha," she rolled her eyes before sitting on my lap and pecking my lips.

Three Months Later

"You know, I'm starting to wonder if you'll miss Delta more that you'll miss me," Santana pouted as I pet her German Shepherd.

"I will," I teased.

"Hey!"

"You know that's not true," I smiled. I glanced at the microwave's clock, the groaned. "My train leaves in ten."

"I'm getting real sick of these goodbyes," she grumbled.

"I am too. You know, if you came-"

"Quinn," she pointed at me. I put my hands up in mock defeat.

"Had to try," I shrugged.

The next update will be longer. Seeya soon.