A/N: Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter. I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

A special thanks to tinygleek for the idea that starts off this chapter!

Let's kick things up a notch, shall we?

Chapter 21

"I'm glad you came over, San. It's been too long," her cousin Monica told her as they settled on the couch with some drinks and a plate of delicious snack her aunt had made them.

Santana had wanted to take a little break from things and had gone to visit her family. She had been keeping her distance since her problems started with Britt and then she had gotten so involved with Quinn that she had neglected her frequent visits with her older cousin. She'd also missed seeing her aunt and uncle.

"I know it. I've been so busy with school and things, but I've been meaning to come by."

"JC told me you and Quinn are together now," she said with a nudge of her leg. "Tell me all about it!"

Santana couldn't stop the smitten smile that blossomed on her lips naturally once she heard her cousin's words.

"Yeah. She's amazing, Monica. I don't think I've ever been this happy."

"I'm glad that finally happened," she mentioned casually as she bit into one of the empanadas.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked curiously as she took a bite of her own.

"I always thought you had a thing for her but went out with Britt because as far as everyone knew, Quinn was as straight as a ruler. Although I did catch her more than once looking at you with this pensive expression on her face at family barbecues and such."

"Huh. Why is everyone basically telling me the same thing now? No one ever said anything before!"

"What were we going to say? There was no reason to encourage you to go for someone that might never return your feelings."

Santana stared at nothing in particular as she assimilated what her cousin was telling her. She hadn't known she had been so transparent. She had ignored the attraction she'd felt for her blonde girlfriend out of self-preservation. Now it seemed everyone had sort of figured it out.

Monica noticed she had spaced out and nudged her knee with her toe. "Hey, loquita, what has you so deep in thought?"

She snapped out of it and looked at her cousin with a sheepish smile. "I can't believe I've liked her for that long or that she might have liked me back as well. I could have been with her all this time."

"Don't think about it that way. You have each other now." Monica cocked her head to the side with a devious smile. "She any good in bed? Cause she looks like she could top you, primita!"

"Hey, don't even go there! That's my girl you're talking about. Don't make me kick your ass."

"You and what army? And don't ignore the question! You know we always talk about these things." She paused for a moment while looking at her. "Oh, my God! Why are you blushing?"

"I'm not blushing," she quickly denied while looking away.

"Oh, but you are! This is priceless, Santana! I knew she'd be a top!"

Santana glared while Monica laughed her ass off. "This isn't funny, Mon!"

"Yes, it is! I never thought I'd see the day."

"You're wrong," Santana pouted.

"So you're the top?"

"We haven't, you know…"

"What?"

"We haven't gone there yet."

Monica's eyes widened so much Santana was offended. "You've got to be kidding me, loca!"

"You saying that implies that I'm some sort of whore! You know that's a rep I let other people believe, but it's not true."

"You guys have seriously not done anything? Haven't you been together over a month now?"

"So? There's no time limit for it. I'm not about to pressure her to do something she's not ready for."

Monica watched her for a moment as she chewed thoughtfully on her food.

"I didn't know you could be so chivalrous, prima! I'm actually really impressed right now."

"What the hell, Monica! It's not about being chivalrous or anything like that. It's about respecting her and giving her a choice. I'm not going to be her next bad experience."

"Is this about Puck?" she asked knowingly.

Santana sighed as she leaned back against the sofa. "I guess you could say that. Her first time isn't something she remembers fondly and we all know the fallout from it. It marked her for the rest of her life, you know? When things happen with us, it's going to be because she's ready and is making a conscious decision. I'm not going to get her drunk and push her into something she's not ready for."

"You've grown up. I like it."

"Thanks. And it's not like we're saintly or anything like it. We have a really good time when we're together and things have happened. We just know when to stop."

"So a lot of foreplay for now. That's actually not bad if you think about it. It will help her get used to being with a woman. How are you holding up though? I know you, San, and I know this can't be easy for you."

She groaned and leaned back against the cushions. "Shit, Mon, it's all I can do to stop sometimes. She makes me a little crazy when she kisses me. It's like she steals all of my breath or something. And she seems really comfortable being with me so I don't think she has an issue with anything. I'm just trying to go slow for her sake."

"You know her best so if you think this is the way to go, then listen to your instincts. They usually serve you well."

"I'm still amazed this happened. It's like one moment I'm crying my eyes out over Britt and the next moment she's there taking care of me. That weekend everything changed for us. It's like we were tired of fighting and just decided we needed each other more."

"You finally got your heads out of your asses and it was about time, too. I mean, you guys used to be so close and then I don't know what happened to you guys. It was really sad to see."

Santana sighed and looked away. "I know. We talked about all of it and we both agreed never to let that happen again. We've just gotten so much closer since then."

"Mami told me you're all going to New York together. That sounds like something that will be fun for all of you."

"I can't wait to explore the city with my girl! We're so excited about the trip."

"And things are okay at school?"

"Surprisingly so. The hockey team captain tried to slushie us but Puck got to him before he did and made an example out of him. I think the rest of the school fears us too much to do anything to us."

"Well, however it's happening, I'm glad you're not getting bullied for being out and proud."

"Me, too. I swear I would go all Lima Heights on anyone that dares to do something to her. I'd probably get suspended and papi would kill me, but no one is hurting her in any way."

"You really love her, don't you?"

Santana looked at her and nodded. "I don't know how it's possible so soon after things went south with Britt. Sometimes when I think about it, I don't know, it scares me a little."

"Why?"

"Because I want this to work so bad and it still seems unreal at times."

"Is she a rebound? Do you think that maybe it's something you're doing to get over Britt?"

Santana exhaled and shook her head. "She is not a rebound. Quinn is more like a miracle that happened when I least expected it. I know this is going to sound crazy, because it's been only a few weeks, but I can really see myself spending the rest of my life with her."

Monica's eyebrows rose at that bit of information. "So you know she's the one? I thought that was only family folklore."

"Apparently it's true. I had a talk with papi about it and he felt the same way when he and mami got together. You know how long they've been together and they're still so in love. I know they've had their problems like every couple, but they really are happy. I can see Quinn and I doing the same."

"Wow, prima, this is sort of big. Especially now because you have less than a year left in high school and then what happens?"

"I don't know. She wants to go to Yale and I want to go to Harvard. We'll be about two hours apart."

"So you're willing to do the long distance thing? Is that even possible?"

Santana sat up and the look in her eyes was a little frightening. "What are you trying to do here, Monica? Talk me out of it? Point out all the flaws to discourage me?"

"Calm the fuck down! I'm not doing that at all. I'm simply playing devil's advocate if anything."

When she saw the sincerity in her eyes, Santana backed down. "I'm sorry. It's just that I think a lot of people are waiting for us to fail."

"What the hell does it matter what others think? Carajo, Santana! You don't owe anyone any explanations about your life."

"I just don't want to think too much about the separation. By the time summer rolls around we'll be closer than ever and it's going to hurt like a bitch not seeing her every day."

"Look, there is always Skype and videoing on your cells. You can each drive an hour and meet each other halfway during the week if you really must see each other. Maybe even spend the night together before driving back to school the next morning. And maybe it'll be a little more expensive, but if you each get a single dorm room, you can spend weekends together."

"When you put it like that, I don't think it'll be too bad."

"It's nice to see you like this, San."

"See me like what? A lost, lovesick puppy?" she joked.

"Yeah. Where's the badass now, prima?"

"Shut up, Mon! Let's talk about your love life for a change. How many hearts have you broken this week at that school of yours?"

"Did you look at some of the websites I gave you?" Rachel asked as they sat in a corner of the Lima Bean where they had been working on a project together.

"No!"

"Quinn Fabray, how do you expect to please your sentimental partner if you're not sure of what you're doing?"

"She's not complaining so far, so I'm not going to go look for porn just to humor you."

"Tsk, tsk, Quinn. I already explained it isn't pornographic material. I'm not a tasteless person, after all. I'm merely trying to provide you with the necessary tools so you're prepared when you decide to journey into unexplored sexual territory."

Quinn scoffed. "If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck, it's a duck, Rach. Have you been exploring those sites to please JC?" Rachel smiled deviously and Quinn gasped. "So you slept with him already? You've been together less time than me and San!"

"We have not engaged in sexual relations, if you must know. We're not totally innocent when we find time alone, and he truly is a gentleman, but I am a woman after all and I have my wily ways!"

"Rachel Berry! I'm not even sure what to say right now."

"I'm not a prude, Quinn."

"Didn't say you were. I'm just surprised."

"I'm not going to go all the way until I'm sure of my feeling for him. I also want to be sure of his feelings for me."

"That's a good idea, Rach. JC seems like a great guy, but you're my best friend and I don't want you to get hurt."

"We have similar plans and he also wants to move to New York when school is over. So if things work with us, we'll be in the same city following our dreams together."

"Rachel, that's fantastic!"

"Yeah. We've been doing some research to see if we can get apartments close to each other. I mean, we still have like six months of school left and the summer, but time flies by and you know I have to plan everything ahead."

"Wouldn't be you otherwise, honey!" Quinn looked at her phone when it lit up and smiled when she saw Santana's face on her screen. She unlocked her screen and read the text message.

"Is Santana home now?"

"Yeah, she just got there."

"We're done with the project if you want to head over. I'm meeting Juan Carlos in half an hour anyways, so I have to head home."

"Sounds good. Try to behave yourself, will you? Give the poor guy a break!"

"Hey, he leaves my house with a smile on his face every time, Fabray, so I know I'm doing something right!"

"Too much information!"

After throwing away their trash, they walked to their cars, hugged goodbye and left.

"Hey beautiful," Quinn greeted as she walked into Santana's room twenty minutes later.

Santana looked up from the book she was reading and smiled at her. "Hola, Hermosa. How was your coffee date with Dwarfie?"

"It was fun. How's Monica?" Quinn asked as she sat next to the Latina on her bed and pecked her lips softly.

"She's doing well and says hi. She wants us to come over soon."

"We'll plan something for the weekend."

"Sounds good. How about you kiss me properly now?" she asked with a cheeky smile.

"Mm, that sounds like a really good idea."

Quinn sat up and took the book from Santana's hands and put it aside before straddling her legs and resting her hands against the headboard. Santana looked up at her as she ran her fingers up her thighs until she reached her waist.

"Hi," Quinn murmured against her lips.

"Hi, babe," Santana whispered back before claiming her lips in a kiss that didn't take long to deepen.

The blonde couldn't help but moan as she tangled one hand in Santana's hair, keeping her close.

It was happening like this more and more often. One little kiss would escalate quickly into a full make-out session where hands roamed more freely than before. It was as if neither of them could control their urges any longer and Santana was surprised she was still able to stop herself from going further when she knew Quinn would go right along with her if she kept kissing and touching her.

But it was that little voice in the back of her head that kept telling her it wasn't the right time just yet. When they made love, she wanted to be certain that Quinn would not regret it afterwards. She was not going to be a bad memory; neither was she planning on fucking things up with the blonde she had come to love so much. Besides, when they finally made love, Santana wanted to take her time with her, show her how wonderful it could be with the right person. She didn't want to do it in the middle of the afternoon when they were sure to be interrupted by one of their parents or their friends.

Even with those thoughts firmly in mind, half an hour later found both of them down to their underwear, shirts, bras and pants thrown carelessly on the floor. Heavy breathing permeated the air as they kept touching and kissing each other. Santana was on her back as Quinn hovered above her playing homage to her breasts as her leg pressed in between Santana's.

A groan escaped her as Quinn bit lightly on her nipple before soothing the sting with her tongue. Santana's hand was on her ass keeping her close as her hips lifted seeking some relief for the burning between her legs. She was close to losing her mind and her control and she knew it was definitely time to stop.

"Babe," she managed between ragged breaths.

"Hmm?"

"We need to stop."

"Why?" came the tiny whine as Quinn rested her head on Santana's chest. "I don't want to stop."

Santana closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to control the urges of her body to listen to Quinn and keep on going.

"Hermosa, mami and papi can come home at any moment and I don't want them to interrupt us in the middle of something I'm craving so badly. It wouldn't end well."

Quinn's little sigh of defeat told Santana she agreed, even if she didn't like it.

"Maybe we need to stop spending so much time together if we're going to be alone," Quinn finally said after a few minutes of silence and it sure got Santana's attention.

"What?" When Quinn tried to get up, she held her closer. "No, wait a minute, Q. Let's talk about this."

"What's there to talk about? Anytime we're alone we end up in this same situation and honestly, I'm tired of taking cold showers or having to take care of it myself. I'd much rather you finished what you started but you keep stopping us every time," Quinn snapped as she finally sat up and faced away from the Latina.

Santana couldn't really believe what she was hearing as she sat up as well. "But babe! I'm doing it because I think it's too soon! I don't want you to have any regrets when it finally happens. It would kill me if you regretted us making love!"

"San, I'm not going to regret making love to you ever. So please take that silly notion out of your head. For now, though, since you think it's best that we wait, I think we need to limit our alone time together. I can't do this anymore."

She got up from the bed and started gathering her clothes. Santana went into panic mode.

"Where are you going?"

Quinn turned back around holding her clothes to her chest and took a moment to admire her almost naked girlfriend. Her eyes traveled slowly from her disheveled hair to her swollen lips, to her still heaving chest, to beautiful breasts that were still calling for her, to perfectly sculpted abs to the apex between her legs. Her eyes zeroed in on the wet spot on Santana's bikini panties and she licked her lips unconsciously.

Santana swallowed hard when she noticed the look of pure hunger on Quinn's face and she fought the voices screaming at her to throw caution to the wind and drag the blonde back into bed where she could ravage her for hours.

"Stop looking at me like that, baby, or I won't be able to hold back anymore."

Quinn's eyes finally lifted and locked on dark orbs. "And that is a problem, because?"

Santana sighed as she sat up in the bed. "I love you, alright? And I want to do right by you and show you what it's like when you make love with the person you're in love with. Let me give you that, Quinn. All I'm asking you is to give me a little time to make it happen," she pleaded. "You're too important to me and I want to do this right. I've never done that before so this is a new beginning for both of us."

Quinn looked at her in silence as she thought about her words. She couldn't really find fault in Santana's logic, nor did she have the heart to take this away from her. It was obvious by everything that had happened between them so far that this was something Santana really believed in and she wasn't going to be the one to shatter her dream.

"Okay, baby, you win."

"It's not a competition, Q," Santana said as she got up from the bed, threw her shirt on and walked over to Quinn, wrapping her arms around her waist. "I want to make love to you more than you could possibly know, but I want to do it right because that is what you deserve."

"Okay. But we really need to cool off a bit, okay, Muffin? I'm finding it harder and harder to stop and if you want to wait a little longer we need to find things to do outside the bedroom."

Santana nodded and pecked her lips. "We can do that. How about you go shower and I'll go downstairs and make us something to snack on? Maybe we can watch a movie or something. I'll sit on the computer chair if you want."

"We can both be on the bed; we just need to keep a little distance."

"Whatever you want, babe. I'll be back in a little bit."

Santana pecked her lips again and left. Quinn watched her with a little smile on her lips and couldn't find it in herself to be mad at her for wanting to make their first time memorable. However, she did have a problem and she was going to have to take care of it before they got into bed again, no matter how innocent it could be. She headed into the bathroom after picking up some clean underwear from the drawer she now had in Santana's dresser.

She wasn't sure how long Santana would be gone, but as horny as she was presently, she'd have no problem getting off in just minutes. So with that in mind, she got into the shower, got it going at a good temperature and proceeded to soap her body quickly. As her fingers graced between her legs, she couldn't help but moan softly and quickly finished showering so she could take care of her problem.

Santana finished making a couple of turkey sandwiches, grabbed a couple of bags of baked chips and two bottles of water before putting everything on a tray. She then leaned against the counter top and gave herself a little pep talk. She knew she'd have to keep her hands to herself once she made it back to her room. It wouldn't be fair to keep getting Quinn worked up and then stopping.

While she wanted to do the right thing, she also had to take into consideration that maybe her girlfriend was ready for that next step and it wasn't fair to keep her waiting for much longer when she was desperate to be with her as well. She had never waited this long with anyone else before but she guessed it hadn't been as important. The only exception to that had been Brittany, and even with her, things had gone fairly quick.

Quinn, however, had been through so much that she wanted to be the one thing she remembered fondly and with happiness. It was definitely time to plan an evening Quinn would never forget. With that thought and a smile firmly in place, she grabbed the tray and left the kitchen.

She walked into her room and noticed the bathroom door was slightly ajar and the water still running. She almost dropped the tray as she was putting it on her desk when she heard Quinn moaning lightly.

She put the tray down and swirled around to stare at the bathroom door when another sound of pleasure filled her ears.

"Holy shit," she breathed out as she moved unconsciously towards the door.

"Oh, God, baby," Quinn called out and Santana's knees actually buckled. "Feels so good!"

"Jesus fuck," she whispered as she leaned her forehead against the door frame as she listened to her girlfriend pleasuring herself in her shower.

She hadn't expected to come back into her room and find this, but holy fuck, was it hot to hear Quinn Fabray in the throes of passion. It only cemented her previous decision that it was time to take the next step.

It was obvious Quinn didn't know she was listening because she wasn't holding anything back and her little whimpers and tiny moans were doing Santana's sanity in. She kept pressing her legs together, but she had already been aroused before and going down to the kitchen hadn't diminished that in any way. She was dripping wet and aching so badly she knew nothing would make it better other than taking care of it.

So telling herself she wasn't really a perv if it was her girlfriend on the other side of the door, she pushed her fingers down her panties and groaned lightly as they graced her swollen and drenched center.

Quinn's fingers stilled momentarily when she thought she'd heard something outside the door, but when nothing else was forthcoming, she continued what she was doing. It had taken longer to get herself off, but she was sort of doing it on purpose, delaying the inevitable by slowing her fingers anytime she was close. It just felt so damn good and thinking it were Santana's fingers doing that to her instead of her own had her seeing stars.

As she was getting closer again, she couldn't help the little moans that escaped her mouth and it was then she heard it again. An unmistakable answering moan. Which only meant Santana was on the other side of the open door doing the same thing she was. The knowledge only heighted her arousal, something she didn't think was even possible.

"Baby," she whimpered as she pushed a single finger inside of her dripping core and used her other hand to keep playing with her swollen clit.

Santana couldn't believe what was actually happening. They were masturbating at the same time with only a door in the way. It was surreal and hot and mind-blowing at the same time. She couldn't help the sounds of pleasure she was making and she knew Quinn could hear her but she couldn't stop herself.

Neither could Quinn, if she was to judge by the increasing moans and gasps coming from the shower.

"Oh, God, baby, don't stop," she begged as her fingers worked furiously between her folds. She was leaning fully against the door frame now, hoping and praying her legs would hold her up as much as she was shaking.

"Santana," Quinn whimpered when she heard her. "Fuck, baby."

"I'm here. Keep going, Hermosa."

Quinn's moan was deep and low and it was so fucking hot Santana knew she was going to lose it at any moment and she had just started.

"I'm close, baby, so so close," Quinn told her.

"Let go for me, princesa. Let me hear you cum," Santana encouraged as she pressed harder on her clit knowing it wouldn't be long now.

"Shit," Quinn whined before there was a long moan and she was coming and calling Santana's name as she did.

That's all it took for the Latina to let go as well and she called out her girlfriend's name as she came harder than she had in a while as her body shook uncontrollably.

She was out of breath and weak in the knees and it was all she could to stay standing.

Quinn leaned back against the wall and let the water wash over her as she tried to get enough air into her lungs. She couldn't believe they had done that, but damn if she didn't feel good. Not wanting things to get weird between them, she decided to do something about it.

"Baby, come in here," she called out.

She opened the curtain a bit to watch as Santana pushed the door open and peaked inside. She smiled at her and pushed the curtain more to the side.

Santana's eyes roamed over her body hungrily, even if she had seen Quinn naked before. This time it was different, though. "God, you're beautiful," she whispered as she walked fully into the bathroom and didn't stop until she reached Quinn, pulled her closer by the waist and crashed their lips together.

Quinn wrapped her arms around her and kissed her back with equal hunger, pulling the Latina even closer to her.

"That was so hot, princesa," Santana whispered against her lips. "I didn't mean to intrude on your private time, but when I heard you I couldn't help myself."

"Mmm, I'm glad you joined me. It made it so much better."

"Glad to hear it, Blondie. Now finish up in here so I can shower as well."

"I'd ask you to join me, but I'd just ravish you if you did."

Santana groaned and gave her ass a slap. "Behave yourself, Fabray. Hurry up so we can get our movie on. I also made you food."

"Spoil sport!" Quinn murmured before kissing her quickly and then closing the curtain back up. "I'll be out in a couple of minutes."

Santana walked back out into her room and threw herself on the bed, a huge grin on her face. She really was a lucky bitch!

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