Honestly not my best chapter, but I'm not feeling too well from the party last night and a kids birthday party today, so I just wanted to put something up! Hopefully you don't hate it! :) I'll try my hardest to update tomorrow, after work too. After the next 1, 2 or 3 chapters I think we'll be jumping ahead a few months, I've got some things planned :)

I hope you had an amazing weekend!

Xo, Em

I do not own glee.

December continued on and Santana kept practicing the songs Ryan Dawson had sent her in preparation for the days they were going to spend in the studio. While she was extremely excited about that she was even more anxious about who she was going to sing back up for. What if it was some shitty artist that she hated? There was no way Santana was going to be able to keep her mouth shut if she disliked this person. The stress of this was making her restless. She was lucky to have Quinn as a wife though, as she did everything she could to make Santana calm down, including massages, role-playing and just regular sex. Santana was sure about one thing; marrying Quinn Fabray was the best fucking decision she had ever made. Even if Santana was in a shitty mood Quinn would never bitch about it, but instead try to make her better. And 9 out of 10 times she succeeded. It was now Monday night, the day before her first ever studio session and she was all alone in her apartment. Quinn had been busy with meetings all day and she was now out for dinner with some business partners so God knows when she would be back. Quinn had this uncanny ability to tell when Santana was close to freaking out, because every time Santana thought she was going mental she would get a text from her wife. They would contain little declarations of love, or say how incredibly boring this dinner was, or what she would do to Santana if she had been there, little things that made Santana feel so much better. Just seconds before Quinn had sent her one of these texts.

'You have no idea how close I am to making this a drinking game. I swear if one more guy checks me out tonight he'll go home without a dick."

'Feisty, Mrs. Lopez. I'd pay to see that ;)'

'Someone just checked me out… Fortunately for him (and unfortunately for me) he's the senior partner in the firm we're having dinner with so it wouldn't go down very well.'

'Start talking about our wedding or something.'

'I tried that, but he seemed to think I was about to invite him over for a ménage au trois, as I was talking about how hot my wife was.'

'Call it what it is Quinn, a threesome. And is he hot?'

'No. He's a pig, who's probably slept with every single secretary at his office. And he's married.'

'Every single one of them is a pig, except maybe Mr. Schue and Al Roker. – my wife. Damn. I was thinking a nice threesome could relax me.'

'Good memory, Mrs. Fabray. Besides, I've kinda turned on Mr. Schue, he's probably a pig too. Don't hold your breath, babe.'

'I always thought he was. :( no threesome? Is it no sex or no threesome?'

'No threesome. Wait until our honeymoon ;)'

'Quiinnnn. Get home so I can fuck you all over the apartment.'

'I'll try to be home soon baby, I promise. I've gotta go now, my boss doesn't like me sitting with my phone :/ I love you.'

'Pussy whipped by your boss. I love you more.'

Santana put down her phone and lay down on the couch. She tried to pay attention to season 1000 of Jersey Shore, but her mind kept going to their honeymoon. They had decided to wait a little bit before going, as they had to save up some money (not really, Quinn's mom was paying) and they wanted to wait so they didn't leave right before Christmas. They were planning on going around late spring, early autumn, depended a bit on their jobs. Santana just continued to think about where they would go and what they would do.

"Santana, baby, wake up."

Santana groaned and turned over.

Quinn flipped her onto her back and lay on top her, then started kissing her face all over.

"Wake up baby."

"What time is it?"

Santana didn't open her eyes, she just snaked her arms around her wife.

"11:30"

"Why are you home so late?"

Quinn was gently kissing Santana's neck while talking.

"They wanted to go to a pub or some crap, and my boss forced me along. I really think he has a thing for me, even though he knows I'm married."

"He probably has some fantasy about you going into his office for some business related talk and ending up spread eagled over his desk with his dick in you."

Quinn shivered.

"Gross."

"You don't seem to mind it when I do it to you."

"That's a dildo, and it's attached to my seriously hot wife. Of course I don't mind."

Santana laughed.

"I'm glad babe. I love role-playing with you."

"Me too, it's so much fun. And the orgasms are crazy."

"They sure are. Wanna go to bed? I'm so tired."

"I'm too tired to move."

Santana put her hands under Quinn's night shirt and rubbed her back gently.

"Wanna sleep on the couch?"

She felt Quinn nod against her neck.

"Okay, we can do that."

She got a hold of the blanket that hung over the back of the couch and together they got it over them. Santana kissed Quinn's head gently.

"Night, Q."

"Night, S."

And with that they both fell asleep.

Quinn was taking a much needed sip of coffee as she leaned back in her chair. She was almost done at work, and it was about time. This day had felt like she'd been there for days and days. She looked over her work and then shut down her computer. Santana had driven her to work that day so she'd have to take the bus home or something. As she got into the elevator she got a text from Santana.

'I'm standing outside your office.'

'In the elevator, be there in 2.'

Pretty much exactly two minutes later she got into the car and was greeted with a kiss.

"Hey baby, good day at the office?"

Quinn slumped down in the seat and closed her eyes.

"More like exhausting day at the office. I feel so tired."

"Aww, poor baby. How about you take a nap when we get home while I make dinner?"

Quinn nodded with her eyes closed.

"Just don't burn anything."

Santana grinned.

"Your confidence in me is overwhelming."

"I trust you with my orgasms. Everything else is irrelevant."

"True. I want to give you a few orgasms tonight, so you better take that nap."

"I will. What is that smell? It smells so good."

"Chai latte, I got it for you!"

Quinn opened her eyes and saw a Starbucks to-go cup sitting in the cup holder.

"Mm, thank you baby."

"Welcome."

They sat for a little while in traffic in almost complete silence, all that could be heard was the tapping of Santana's fingers on the steering wheel. After a little while of this Quinn gently put her hand on Santana's to stop her.

"Babe. I didn't forget, I was just waiting to see if you said anything. How did your recording session go?"

Santana stopped drumming her fingers and she felt herself relax.

"Thank God, I seriously thought you'd forgotten all about it."

Quinn smiled and gently kissed Santana's cheek, as they were standing completely still in traffic.

"It's been on my mind all day, but I didn't want to call or anything because I didn't know how long you'd be there and I didn't want to disturb."

Santana smiled.

"It was so much fun Quinn! I can't believe I'm going back there on Thursday and Friday! And Ryan said he was really impressed with me, and that he really does want to work with me. Thank you, Quinn. Thank you so much."

Quinn looked at her, slightly confused.

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for suggesting to move here. If we'd stayed in New York I would probably have ended up in some crappy office job that I don't like, and never gotten the chance to really sing. But thanks to you I'm meeting all these amazing people and get to live my dream."

Quinn took Santana's hand and smiled.

"You're very welcome baby girl. And I think you should call Mercedes later."

Santana nodded.

"I will. I really will."

"You better bring me to the studio one day."

"Maybe when I've met the artist? If it's someone we like then you can meet her?"

"Awesome. Do you know who it is?"

"No idea. It's a girl, that's it."

"As soon as you know you have to call me or text me, get it?"

"Or what?"

"Or I withhold sex."

Quinn smirked and Santana shook her head.

"For what, two days?"

Quinn laughed.

"We're so fucked up. Neither of us can go longer without it."

"Can you blame us thought? We're fucking goddesses."

"True. Very, very true."

They were finally arriving home and Quinn went to take a nap as Santana cooked dinner (without burning anything) and then she called Mercedes, thanking her for what she'd done.

'I'm at the studio now, and she hasn't arrived yet, but no one will tell me who she is! Xo'

'Knowing you it's driving you crazy ;) xx'

'Close, only you drive me really crazy, in bed. Oh I hear voices! I think she's coming. Xo'

'Tell me who it is, tell me who it is! Xx'

Quinn didn't hear from Santana again for a while, so she guessed she was busy with this mystery girl. She continued doing her report until about 45 minutes later when she checked her phone.

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Quinn opened it, feeling super anxious about who it could be.

'It's TAYLOR FUCKING SWIFT! I'm going to sing with Taylor Swift. This is crazy. This is insane. Is this a joke?!'

Quinn smiled big. Although Santana would never admit it to any of her friends she was a HUGE Taylor Swift fan. She loved singing along to her songs and knew all of the lyrics.

'That's amazing babe, I'm so proud of you. I HAVE to come to the studio with you now ;)'

'No way am I letting you near her, she's so sweet you'll probably divorce me on the spot!'

Quinn laughed.

'Never gonna happen! Pleaassseee'

'I'm only saying yes because I know that you wont give up.'

'I love you! Find out when I can come then.'

'I will babe! I love you too.'

"Hi, you're Santana, right?"

Santana's eyes shot up from her phone and met the blue eyes belonging to a certain miss Taylor Swift. Santana stood up and shook her hand.

"Yes, Santana Fabray-Lopez. It's an honor to meet you, both my wife and I are big fans."

"That is so sweet, thank you! How long have you been married?"

"Uh, exactly two weeks today actually. Her name is Quinn."

"Congratulations! That is so cute. Oh, Ryan had me listening to some of your recordings and you're really good. I'd love to have you sing back up for me if you want to?"

Santana nodded.

"I think my wife would kill me if I said no, so absolutely! I'd love to. Thank you for the compliment. My wife and I sing along to 'Ours' all the time, but my wife's favorites are 'Stay, Stay, Stay' and '22'."

"You'll have to bring her to the studio one day!"

"She'd love that."

"You wanna go record some music?"

Santana nodded and they headed to the recording room.

That night all Santana could talk about was meeting her and how nice she was.

"I'd say that it's you that's close to divorcing me babe, not the other way around."

Quinn joked while she lay on top of her wife.

"She's amazing, but I doubt she's as good as you in bed."

Santana winked and Quinn kissed her. The kiss lead to sex and by the time they fell asleep they were both very pleased.

There were only a few days left until Christmas when Santana brought Quinn (who was already on Christmas break from the office) into the studio. Quinn's chemistry audition had been moved to early January as the guy who was playing Number 4 had to go back to England for something, so she had some time to kill.

"Taylor, this is my wife Quinn."

Quinn had her hand out for Taylor to shake, but Taylor wrapped her in a big hug.

"Hi! I'm sorry for hugging you so suddenly, it's just Santana has talked about you so much that I feel like I know you."

Quinn smiled.

"I don't mind, honestly. It's so nice to meet you, and Santana has talked a lot about you too, it's such an honor to meet you."

"Let's go talk, while Santana sing!"

Taylor grabbed Quinn's hand and dragged her to another room where there were chairs and couches. Santana on the other hand was dragged to the studio.

By the time she was done it was lunchtime so the three of them went to get something to eat together.

"Thank you for sharing your wife with me Santana, she's such an angel."

"No problem, and I completely agree."

Quinn was blushing.

"You two are too sweet. Thank you for bringing me today, babe. This has really been the best day since our wedding."

"San showed me some pics from your wedding, you both looked so gorgeous. If you both weren't taken, and I was gay I'd probably hit on both of you."

They all laughed.

"The first day Santana wasn't sure about bringing me because she was scared I'd fall for you. And when she came home she was so excited that I joked that she'd fallen for you."

"You two are seriously adorable. We have to start hanging out. Hey Quinn, I hope you don't mind that I'll probably have to borrow your wife for tours?"

Santana had told Quinn that she might be going on tour with Taylor, but Quinn still felt a little bit upset that her wife would be leaving her.

"Borrow her all you want as long as I get to visit."

"No worries, I 'll fly you out whenever you want."

The girls continued talking, laughing and just enjoying themselves until it was time to get back to work. Quinn got to stay with them for the rest of the day, and she loved every part of it. When they got back home Santana was soaking in the tub while Quinn was reading, until she decided to text her wife.

'Thank you for the best day ever, San. I love you to death. Xx'

'Thank you for making it the best day ever for me too, Quinnie. I always have the best time in the studio, but with you it's even better. Everyone seemed to love you, and I get to say 'that girl over there, she's my wife'. I don't care what happens to me as long as I have you. Xo'

'Do you think it will always be this perfect and simple? Xx'

'I honestly don't know, babe. But I do know that I'll do everything in my power to make sure it is. Xo'

A few minutes later Santana heard the bathroom door creak and looked over to see a very naked Quinn sneak into the room and into the tub to join her wife.