A/N: I got this based off Britney Spears "Gimme More". Short little chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Basically a little make-outness between the couples. I'm gonna post 15 as well, since this one is so short. Have fun and thank you for commenting!

P.S, I don't own Glee or any of the characters. If I did, the show would be VERY different. I also do not own Britney Spears' song, as it belongs to Britney Spears.

Santana smirked widely as David moaned in her ear; telling her she was doing a fantastic job. After hanging out and drinking with the rest of the guys, David insisted on walking her back to the apartment. They weren't outside the apartment for more than three seconds before her hands were all over him, her lips connecting to the sweet spot of his neck.

He effortlessly tried to stop her; even going so far as to bring up a pervious conversation hoping she'd back off and listen. It didn't work very well.

"Are you even . . . even listening to what I'm s-saying?" David murmured as Santana's lips continued to travel down his neck.

"Hmm." She hummed in response. "Every word." Removing her lips, Santana brought hand up, digger her finger-nails into the back of David's neck, giggling softly as a groan lowly escaped from his mouth. "'What are you? A lover? A friend? A girlfriend?'" She says, repeating his words.

"Well?"

"What do you want me to be?"

"You know what I want. I want you."

Santana purred. "I want you too. Especially in my bed."

David groaned, stepping back. "That's not what I meant."

"David, David, David. We have fun, don't we?"

"Yeah?"

"So why change anything? Everything is right here in front of us; the want, the passion, what more could we need?"

"I don't know, Santana. . . . Haven't you just ever wanted more?"

"What more could there be?" Santana stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I take what I want and what I deserve, and that's that."

"You deserve more," he whispered.

"Enough talk." Santana established, pushing away from him to open the door. "Its late. Are you coming to bed or not?"

David knew this conversation wasn't over; knew they had a lot more to talk about. But Santana had already wanted into the apartment, and then she was looking over her shoulder, batting her dark eyes, which at the moment were full of need and lust. And as much as he didn't like what she was doing it him, David reluctantly followed.

There was pushing and shoving; clothes falling to the floor. Neck biting and groin grabbing. They were moaning and begging and doing everything in their power to get closer. When they finally reached the bedroom, Kurt was lying half naked on his back in the middle of Blaine's bed; Blaine was hovering above him, staring down at the hand carved angel below him.

"So beautiful." He murmurs.

"Please," Kurt reaches up, holding to pull Blaine down, but Blaine doesn't allow him.

Taking his hand in his own, Blaine intertwines their fingers.

"Kurt I . . . I don't wanna rush anything."

"Rush?" Kurt echo's.

"I want it . . . I want it to be perfect. Slow, and awesome, and perfect. And seeing you like this makes it really hard to keep that in mind."

Kurt laughed below him, loving how sweet and innocent Blaine could be sometimes. Reaching up, Kurt wrapped his arm around Blaine's neck.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"No! Kurt . . . Kurt trust me. It's not that I don't want to!"

"I know," Kurt cuts him off. "We can wait."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I mean, just because we're not gonna have sex doesn't mean we can't still have fun."

"I like fun." Blaine says, wiggling his brows.

"Good, now come here!"

"Yes, sir." Blaine smiles, bringing his lips down to Kurt's.