You may or may not like me very much after this one.

Quinn's POV:

I didn't know what was happening. By now, we're usually on round two, but Santana wouldn't even let me take her shirt off. She's yet to move any part against me that would give either of us any kind of release. She slowly moved off of me and rolled me on my side so we were facing each other. She only stopped kissing me for a second to move my hair out of the way and our lips were promptly reattached. I made a move of my own toward her neck to try to get her to understand I wanted to proceed further, but she wouldn't let go of my lips.

Finally, her hand slid under my shirt and I thought that we were about to progress in the right direction, but it just stilled on my stomach. I calmed immediately.
"I just want to kiss you tonight. Is that okay?" She asked as a whisper against my lips.

"Am I allowed to talk now?" I smiled into her kiss.

"Don't be a smart ass. That's my job."

When I woke up, Santana was gone. I started to think this was a trend when she walked in the front door carrying coffee and what looked like a bag of pastries.

"Morning Q."

"Morning."

She wandered back to the bed as I sat up. She presented me with my coffee and set the bag on the table next to the bed.

"We were out of coffee and I know how much you like those scones so I got a couple of those too."

"You're the best."

"Damn straight. Now kiss me before you get coffee breath."

She leaned in and pecked my lips. This is why I am confused. Having sex all the time is one thing, but Alexa's observations had me thinking that maybe there was something else going on here that I was too stupid to notice before.

When she pulled away, I took a sip of my coffee impatiently and burned my tongue.

"Shit!"

"What?"

"It's hot."

"Duh!"

"I burned my tongue, San."

I sat the coffee back down wanting nothing to do with it anymore. She moved from her position on the edge of the bed to straddling me while setting her coffee down next to mine.

"Poor baby! I bet I can make you feel better."

I looked up at her to meet those deep brown eyes.

"Not now, okay?"

She looked like I just shot her puppy.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just not really in the mood. I just woke up."

She shifted beside me.

"That's never stopped you before. I've woken you up many times with my tongue, Fabray."

I stood up and started walking to the bathroom.

"I just don't want too, San."

She stood and followed me into the tiny space. I grabbed my toothbrush and starting putting toothpaste on it.

"What the hell is wrong, Quinn?"

"I just want to brush my teeth and go for a walk. Why does something have to be wrong?"

"Because you're you. Is this about last night? About that slut who was just trying to get in your pants?"

I tossed the toothbrush into the sink and stared at her.

"What were you trying to do like 30 seconds ago, Santana?"

"That's different."

"Why? Why is it different?"

"Because it's you and me. It's always different with you and me, Quinn. You know that."

I could tell I was upsetting her and I needed to change the subject because when Santana is upset, it upsets me.

"What happened with Abby?"

"Don't do that."

"What? I just want to know how it went."

"It was fine. We're dating or whatever… I think."

My eyes were wide.

"You think?"

"Yeah, she explained what happened and I understood because it was a legit excuse and she asked me to stay over and we kissed and she fell asleep and then I got your message and I came here."

"You kissed her?"

"She kissed me actually."

"You kissed her and then you came here and made out with me?"

"We're not a thing, Q." Her finger pointed back and forth between us.

"No, but you and Abby apparently are."

"No, we kissed once and she said she wants to take things slow. I told you it could probably be years before she wants to be in a relationship and it may not even be with me."

I walked out of the bathroom and searched through the closet for something to throw on quickly.

"We're not doing this anymore."

"Why?" She asked and tugged on my arm so I would face her.

"Because it's wrong, Santana. You're dating someone and you're coming home to me. You kissed her and then you came back and kissed me. It was different when it was just sex, but we're not just having sex anymore."

"So, you're saying if I only kiss you with the intention of fucking you, we can keep doing it, but if I actually just kiss you and it ends there then it's wrong?"

I moved away from her grabbing my, well her, Yale sweatshirt. I had shorts on so I pulled those off and sat on the edge of the bed to pull on my jeans. Before I got the chance, she was on top of me pushing me somewhat gently back on the bed.

"You're not leaving until we talk about this, Lucy Quinn."

"I can't talk about this with you right now. I just need to get out of here."

I tried to move, but she leaned in and pressed her forehead to mine. My lips were pursed, but she pecked them anyway.

"Quinn, what do you want?"

She kissed me again. My entire body was tense. Her hand went under the sweatshirt and dragged up and down my side.

"I want to leave, San."

"No you don't. Look at me."

I opened my eyes I didn't realize I had closed.

"Santana…"

She kissed me again and my mouth began to operate on its own accord, opening slightly with her touch.

"Tell me what's going on in your head."

I thought about what I wanted to say as she drifted to kiss my neck. I could feel the heat build in my body and not just because I was wearing a sweatshirt.

"I can't do this if you're with someone. That's what's going on in my head. I get that you're not together and we're not together, but you're kissing her and I can't kiss you if you're kissing her too. It's not fair to her. It's not fair to-"

She looked at me with those deep eyes of hers.

"What if I'm not kissing her?"

That took me by surprise.

"What?"

She leaned in and captured my lips again. My body moved up to try to meet hers and my arms went around her neck pulling her closer.

"I won't kiss her. I'll tell her I can't be with her like that."

She pulled herself up and my arms went to my side as she lifted off her shirt.

"You really like her, Santana."

She took off her bra and threw it somewhere I couldn't see. Her hands went to her jeans and she unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down at the slowest possible pace.

"I like Abby, but you're my Q."

She moved her hands to my jeans, which were never fully on in the first place and slid them down off my body. She pulled on my arms so I would sit up and the sweatshirt was tossed aside along with my shirt. We were both left only in our underwear as she settled into me.

"What does that mean?"

She kissed my chest.

"It means that I will tell her that I want to be friends."

I pulled her by the neck to bring her mouth to mine.

"For now or forever?"

"That I don't know. I know that I don't want this to stop and I know that I like her. I know that makes me a horrible person."

I closed my eyes and kissed her again.

"This is the last time, Santana."

There was that look again. Puppy. Shot.

"What? Why? I thought-"

"You like someone else, San. I don't want this to stop either, but you have to try with her and we can't do this if you do. It's not because of me. It's because she deserves all of you."

"Do you want to stop now?"

I kissed her deeply and pulled her into me more than I thought possible.

"No. I want one… I want one last time," I uttered unconfidently.

She took her time with me. I could tell she wanted to make sure we both remembered every moment. We didn't talk during like we normally do. There were no smartass comments exchanged. We did more kissing than anything and I could swear I had an orgasm with no actual contact where it counts. Her fingers danced all over my body and her tongue followed suit making every inch of me tingle at the same time. I felt tears well up in my eyes when she finally finished. I tried to hide them, but she noticed and kissed them away. I know she wanted to ask me what they were about, but I think she understood that I couldn't answer her. This was the end of the most amazing, important experience of my life and I was feeling every feeling all at once.

When I finally touched her for the last time, I couldn't lie down and snuggle into her. I backed off the bed and watched her as she looked scared and confused. I stared at her perfect naked form for a moment before grabbing my clothes off the floor, putting them on quickly, grabbing my purse and leaving the apartment with no destination in mind.