I do not own Glee or any of the original Glee characters, it all belongs to RIB and Fox.

A/n I had forgotten to mention before, this fic was written due to a prompt that I received from Klmeire, so if you like it then you have her to thank!

The prompt : Quinntana exploration fic with full character development. How they get started, how they got into DD, why they do it and what they think.

Chapter 11

Santana glances over at Quinn as they eat dinner, noting with a smile that the blonde has eaten half of it so far, she meets her hazel eyes for a second before Quinn lowers them back to her plate, a blush rising on her pale face. The latina subtly watches her girlfriend, rolling her eyes as the blonde slowly eats her pasta, clearly trying to prolong going to bed.

"My parents are coming home tomorrow for a few nights, my dad's conference was cancelled" Santana tells her, watching as panic takes over Quinn's face. "It's okay,they just want to talk to you about staying here" she says, taking a hold of her hand. "They want to make sure you're alright and I have a feeling that my Dad may try to talk to your parents"

"They won't talk to him" Quinn replies immediately.

"I know but if I know my father then he'll at least try" The latina tells her with a sympathetic smile gracing her features. "I told them about it" she says softly, quickly speaking again when Quinn looks terrified, "Not the rules, about us dating I mean. Our agreement isn't something I'd tell anyone, that's private" Quinn nods, smiling softly at her latina."Speaking of the arrangement, eating slowly won't stop the punishment" The blonde blushes at being caught out and starts eating her pasta properly as Santana gives her a smug look. Silence falls over them as they finish their dinner, the latina taking the plates to the sink as soon as they're done.

"Do I have to go straight away?" Quinn asks timidly and Santana sighs.

"Go put your pajamas on and then come back down" she replies firmly, watching as the blonde leaves the room. She checks her watch, noting that it's a little after six before turning to do the washing up. The latina is almost done by the time a blushing Quinn shuffles back into the kitchen, standing in the doorway until Santana looks at her.

"Hey" the blonde murmurs awkwardly and the latina refrains from telling her how adorable she looks.

"Hey yourself" she replies as she throws the dish towel onto the draining board.

"When you said that next time you wouldn't be so lenient, what did you mean?" Santana raises an eyebrow at her girlfriend's question, leaning against the sink with her arms folded across her chest.

"Exactly what I said, the next time you skip a meal without a valid reason I won't just be sending you to bed, I'll be putting you across my knee" Santana responds in an even tone, not dropping her gaze from Quinn's hazel eyes. "Hell the next time you break any of the rules it won't just be an early bedtime" The blonde studies the latina's face, knowing that any argument would be futile at this point, she shrugs and walks over to Santana, hugging her.

"Goodnight" she states simply, comforted by the warm arms that hug her back.

"Goodnight honey. I'll come check on you in a little while. No reading, no nothing, just lights out and in bed" Santana sternly tells her and Quinn nods.

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Santana sighs as Quinn pulls into the parking garage of their apartment building, jerking forward slightly as her wife is a little eager with the break pedal. She can sense that the blonde is still in a foul mood, watching her rip the keys from the ignition after killing the engine.

"Rule six" Santana states.

"What?" Quinn snaps, turning in her seat to glare at the latina.

"Tell me what rule six is" Santana snaps back as she turns her own smouldering glare onto her wife.

"Bad moods caused by work must be left at work" Quinn sighs, irritated at the reminder.

"That's right, So you can sit here until you calm down. I'll be in the apartment" The latina tells her as she jumps out of the car and strides over to the elevator. Quinn watches as the doors close, leaning back in her seat with a sigh, knowing that she is in the wrong. The blonde switches the radio on, chuckling dryly as Amy Winehouse's cover of 'Valerie' croons out of the speakers. She sits there for a few minutes, feeling calmer but her pride stopping her from going up to her and Santana's apartment. Frustration building back up, she slams her hand onto the steering wheel and turning the radio off. Opening the door to the car, she steps out and locks it before walking over to the elevator, glad that she doesn't have to wait long for it to arrive. Quinn rolls her eyes at the stupid music that the elavator played, realising that it's a Christmas song...in November.

"Hey" she says sheepishly as she enters the apartment, finding Santana on the sofa, already changed into sweatpants and a long sleeved t'shirt and flipping aimlessly through the tv channels.

"Hey yourself" Santana replies. "Are you calm now?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry San. I didn't mean to take it out on you" Quinn tells her honestly and Santana nods her acceptance. "And I.. have something to tell you, I broke number three, I had more than one cup of coffee" The latina's eyes narrow but her expression remains indifferent as she studies the blonde.

"How many cups did you have?" Santana questions quietly.

"It's just I was so busy and I needed a boost, I know the rules are in place for a reason but it was such a long day San and I..."

"How many?" The latina's clipped tone interrupts Quinn's stuttering and the blonde gives her wife a pleading look. "Quinn, you did the right thing by being honest, don't break that rule now, how many cups?" she repeats, her patience slipping.

"Four" Quinn mutters, staring at the floor. She doesn't notice Santana has moved until she feels her warm hand grasp her arm, pulling her into the kitchen.

"Sit" the latina orders, turning to look through one of the drawers as Quinn dejectedly slumps into a chair. Santana slaps a pad of paper down onto the table in front of her, dropping a pen down beside it. "I will be limited to one cup of coffee day and only on work days, seventy five times. Twenty five for each extra cup, do not move until you're done" Santana tells her firmly before leaving the room.

Quinn stares at the ceiling as she lays in bed, the sunset creating patterned shadows around the room as it shines through the curtains. She checks the clock beside the bed, sighing as she realises it's still only just after eight, Santana would probably be coming to check on her soon and she really wanted to be asleep by then. She rolls her eyes as she hears a soft knock at the door, impeccable timing as usual from the latina. Santana smiles softly as she slips into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I didn't think you'd still be awake" she says quietly.

"Sorry" Quinn whispers in response.

"For still being awake?" Santana chuckles, "I can't tell you off for being unable to sleep, I imagine that's what usually happens when people are sent to bed early. That's why it's a punishment, lying in bed bored and unable to sleep and not allowed to do anything to entertain yourself" the latina adds.

"What time do your parents get back tomorrow?" Quinn asks, hoping to keep her girlfriend talking for a while to keep her entertained, not realising that Santana knows what she is doing.

"Probably while we're at school, now would you like to stall some more or re you gonna try and go to sleep?" the brunette asks with a smirk and Quinn gives her a sheepish look. "Goodnight" she adds, pressing a kiss to the blonde's lips.

"Night San"

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