Thank you for all of the reviews. My apologies to those of you who were upset because of how short the last chapter was, and how there was no smut. I suck at it, but it's in this chapter c:

After a year of college under my belt, I suppose you could say I've grown accustomed to my new life. My first class isn't until nine, so that gives me time to get up and go for a morning jog, then come home (to my dorm) and eat, then shower. My roommate doesn't talk very much. Last year, I became good friends with Isabel, but that was her last year here. Now, I'm roomed with a girl named Harmony. She's always there on her side of the bed, with her headphones on. I have no idea what she listens to, but she bobs her head softly to the music.

Today's jog is a little more difficult than yesterday's. I slept funny last night, so my arm is sore. It hurts everytime I move it. When I stopped to tie my shoe, it was a little unsettling when someone sat beside me on the bench. I smiled when I looked up and saw Jo.

"Hey stranger," he smiled.

"You're here! I would hug you, but I'm kind of sweaty," I admitted.

"I feel like I should ask you something cheesy, like, 'Come here often?' You seem like the jogger type," he told me.

"And what does that mean?" I stood up once my shoe was successfully tied.

"I dunno," he shrugged, "you look in shape."

"Well, thank you," I smiled.

"Any time," he winked. I remember dating him sophomore year. He was always so sweet. "So, how long do you normally run?"

"I try to do at least two miles a morning."

"Looks like I've found a workout buddy," he stood up and started to jog away. "Coming?" He called over his shoulder.

"Yeah!" I laughed softly and caught up to him.

November

"Jo! If you move any slower, I will leave you!" I yelled at him.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," he shook his head with a small smile on his lips. He pulled his suitcase a little faster to catch up with me. "I've told you a million times-"

"Thanksgiving isn't your thing anymore, I know. But would you rather be stuck in your dorm for a week while school is out and everyone else is leaving?" I asked, tugging my own bag alongside him.

"It'll be different," he mumbled. "I doubt I'd get bored. We're in New York for heaven's sake," he glanced at me, "I don't know if you've heard, but the nightlife here is incredible."

"I may have heard that once or twice, but you have friends in Lima you miss you! Plus, you'd totally miss me while I'm gone," I shrugged cockily.

"Oh the ever modest Quinn Fabray," he chuckled. "Alright, you have me there."

"You won't regret it, trust me," I said as I walked ahead of him a little bit to go down concrete steps to the subway.

I heard him say, "I know I won't." I didn't see him eye me as he followed me down.

"So, you invited your ex to our thanksgiving dinner?" Santana asked with an arched brow. I wouldn't have minded the question at all- but Jo s standing right next to me.

"My friend," I corrected.

"Who is your ex," Santana pointed. Jo, the trooper, is standing there looking at anything but Santana.

"Yes, babe," I sighed.

She looked him up and down, then rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to me. "Why?"

"Because he's my friend-"

"Look, if you're not cool with me being here, it's chill. I can find someplace else to go, it's just a week anyway."

"And you were planning on staying with Quinn?" She fired back. I was not planning on inviting him into our apartment. That would be way too far.

"Well-"

"No," I told Santana. "He was going to stay with a relative, join us for dinner, maybe we'd go out a few nights as a group- school is stressful, Santana. Everyone needs a break every once in a while."

She stood there for a few seconds. Her shoulders her squared and her jaw was clenched. "Fine," she said, cutting through the painfully awkward silence. "But make no mistake, Bob Marley. She's mine."

"I've missed you," Santana purred in my ear. Her tone sent shivers down my spine. "And I hate that you brought shit locks with you," before I knew it, she'd pushed me down onto the bed and was hovering over me.

"H-he would have been on campus for the holi-"

She pressed her mouth hard against mine. "Don't defend him. Not in here. And not when I'm in charge." With the last word, she rolled her hips.

"Sorry-"

"You bring him here, with that cute little smile, and you just know that I won't say no. Don't you?" She'd moved on to kissing my neck, sucking exactly where she knew it would affect me the most. "Say it."

"I knew," I groaned.

I could feel her hand moving lower, until it was just tracing back and forth, right over the top of my underwear.

"Y-you're going to drive me insane," I moaned. I felt the vibration of her laughter against my neck. Something told me she knew exactly what she was doing. "Santana."

"You know," her hand went the slightest bit further, "the only thing that could make this even better would be the ex boyfriend."

"What?"

"Not a threesome. I don't share. I want him to hear this," over my underwear, she finally touched where I needed her to. One, long, simple touch. I whimpered, but bit my tongue. "And know that it was me who made you make that noise. Not him."

"Just you, Santana," I stuttered out.

"That's right," she sung. She pushed my underwear to the side. I watched her intently as she slowly made circles on my clit, hoping that she wasn't mad enough to start and not finish. As if she could read my mind, her movements came to an abrupt end. She pulled away and sat up.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No," she said, a smirk rested on her lips.

"Santana, I swear, if you don't-" she leaned down and kissed my neck again, drowning out the rest of my sentence effortlessly. Her hand rested over my center, so I bucked my hips up. Without warning, she pushed my panties to the side again and put one finger inside. I moaned, and as always, it spurred her on.

"Don't ever pull something like this again," she hissed.

"I won-" I felt another finger and whimpered. "San!" I bucked my hips upward and she wiggled and curled her fingers inside of me.

"I don't want to see him, ever."

"You won't," I assured her.

"Good." She used her thumb to massage my clit, and sent me over the edge.

I liked possessive Santana. Seeing this side of her makes it even harder to know that I'll be going back to NYU in just two short weeks.

February

I can only see Santana in person once this month. We've already used it. Money got a little tight since Sue paid her less because of the new cheer uniforms that had to be ordered, but Valentine's day was amazing. We walked around central park, I took her to my favorite restaurant out here, then we stayed the night at a hotel. Needles to say, it was perfect.

She's still a little sketchy when it comes to Jo, but that's harmless. What happened between us was years ago. Every now and then I feel a little something, but only when I'm missing Santana. He doesn't know that I feel that, and nothing has happened. Besides, who would I hang out with? Harmony? No thanks.

I wish that I could afford another trip for Santana, I have this award ceremony for English- I'm a sophomore. The Walter Stockings award is a big deal, usually only given to juniors and seniors. I'm the only one of my class this year to receive it. San gave me a choice- Valentine's day or my award ceremony.

Jo is winning an award too, so he offered to accompany me. "It's no WS, but the Young Writers award is pretty rad too, right?" He smiled cheekily. Of course I said yes, and there wasn't even a need to explain that it would be just as friends. That's a given.

"You look beautiful," he smiled.

"Thank you," I looked down at my dress. It was a plain navy blue with a white belt around my waist. "I just have to grab my purse and we can go." I opened the door a little wider for him to step in. When he did, I gestured towards the couch, "I'll just be a minute."

"Take your time," he told me. I smiled with a small grin, then went to my room where Harmony was sitting with her legs crossed and headphones in. As usual. After a few seconds of me rummaging through my things, I finally found the matching hand bag I was looking for.

"Ready?" I asked Jo once I was in the living room. He stood from the couch and straightened his suit. I have to admit, he cleans up very well.

"Yes I am," he replied. He opened the door for me, then I locked it behind us.

Santana

I can't wipe the smile off of my face. It didn't even fade when I tripped a little outside (I recovered smoothly, of course.) I walked down the familiar path of NYU's hallways to find Quinn's dorm. She's going to be so surprised. I got all dressed up to take her to her award ceremony, hope I'm not too late. She said it starts at eight, and it's only seven forty.

"Is Quinn here?" I asked her roommate when she answered the door. I frowned when she shook her head.

"Sorry, Santana. She left a while ago with some guy for her awa-"

"Guy?" I deadpanned. She rolled her eyes and nodded.

"I didn't stutter."

"Who was he?" I tossed my dufflebag that had one night's and day's outfits in it into the dorm, then crossed my arms.

"I don't know," she sighed. "Some guy with dreadlocks."

"Oh hell no," I mumbled. "Where is the award ceremony?"

Quinn

"Seriously, Q. I'm so proud of you," Jo beamed as he took a picture of my posing with my trophy. I set it down on the table. "I'll send this to you later. You really do look great tonight."

"Thank you. This whole thing is just unbelieveable!" I laughed.

"Tell me about it," he said softly. I looked around at the different types of people in the room. Some were quiet and modest, others were drinking away, clearly proud of their accomplishments. When I looked back at Jo, he was still looking at me.

"What?" I giggled uncomfortably. He scooted his chair a little closer. Then, he looked down and took a breath. When he looked back up at me, his cheeky smile was replaced with a nervous one.

"I miss you, Quinn," he told me.

"We spend time together almost everyday.." I said carefully. He shook his head.

"No, I miss you. Having you. Being able to hold your hand, to be the first one you come to, and the last person you talk to before you fall asleep-"

"Jo," I shook my head.

"And falling asleep on the phone with you, and hearing your sleepy voice first thing in the morning-"

"Joseph-" I said a little louder. That didn't stop him from continuing.

"Sharing our passion of language and english, and when I didn't particularly know how to form the words to let you know exactly how felt, I'd kiss you. I miss that. I miss us," he took a breath. "I know it was years ago. I know we were young and immature- but we still are. We're still the same people. We could be great, Quinn."

"Even if I wanted to, which -I'm sorry- I don't, I couldn't. I have a girlfriend, Joseph. I love Santana. What we had was puppy love," I said gently.

"A year. A year of puppy love, and I'm still in it. I wanted to ask you to prom, I really did- but then Noah went on and on about how conflicted he was about it. He wanted to go with you, so I'd look like a bad person and- Quinn, please. I know you still feel it too."

"No," I shook my head firmly, "I don't."

Before I could process anything, his lips were on mine.

sorry im not good at smut and sorry i promise there will be no Jo/Quinn smut.Gimme Warmth's update is about halfway through.

May I repeat, no Jo/ Quinn smut. None. Zip. Nada. I don't like the pairing either, but I figured since I didn't like it, you guys wouldn't like it. I wanted yo guys to feel something, so if you're angry about what he did, or what might happen: that's the point. I hate it too, that's why I did it. Okay, now I sound redundant. So, I'll leave with this: none of my stories will be abandoned, and they are all QUINNTANA END GAME. Okie dokie, see you soon.