Quinn took a deep breath as silence soon filled the corridors. All her lectures for today were finally done… all she had to do know was get up and leave? But then why she still glued to her seat looking at Santana's seat? The answer…. Because it's been almost 3 months now since she had told both her and Santana to forget about… The Incident…

And it seems like Santana had… Forgotten…. Something which Quinn couldn't do. She couldn't forget! Quinn was over-worked, stressed and losing sleep and when she did finally fall asleep. DREAMS! Such… wet… dreams…. Gawd she was turning into a sex fiend! And to top it all off? She promised Rachel she would go to the some football thing tonight… NOW THAT… was pure stupidity. She could risk running into Santana… But then again maybe Quinn should just let it go and treat Santana like everyone else.

Quinn was trying so hard just to find common ground and she couldn't even blame Santana that she was unable to…

"Are you ready?!" Came the high-pitched squeal of Rachel as she turned the corner. Wow… someone was very excited…. And extremely overdressed.

Red paint was streaked under Rachel's cheeks as she wore a jersey three times bigger than her. Sporting events…. Quinn's home away from homes. Her staple mark… her dominion… and yet… she regretted ever agreeing.

"Not as ready as you, I see" Quinn teased before she opened her draw to get her things.

"I'm sooooo amped! The feel… the atmosphere… It's like theatre but… filled with sweaty, muscular boys"

Quinn nearly choked at Rachel's statement. Wow…. The little hobbit was a sex-freak!

"Wow Rach… never really pegged you for a football groupie" Quinn mumbled as she rose from her seat, placing her cellphone and keys in her handbag.

"Never was… but then… ah you know? Met some jock and I fell in love… With him and the game"

Quinn simply shook her head in disbelief… Yeah… Quinn knew exactly the type of boys that Rachel was talking about… Though Quinn's life with them was not as peachy as Rachel's it seemed.

Those Jocks turned into brutes once filled up with steroids and testosterone… And Quinn once had the bruises to prove it… the broken nose to remember it… and the nightmares which won't let her forget it…

Yeah… Quinn knew EXACTLY….

"Why aren't you excited? I always pegged you for a cheerleader" Rachel suddenly blurted out, oblivious to Quinn's internal thoughts.

"Uhm… Yeah" Quinn mumbled as they made their way to the door. "Head Cheerleader. HBIC you know? It was a long time ago though… Did the whole tight outfits and flexible moves thing. Some of my best years…"

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A few hours later

The sun started to set as Santana walked out of the apartment. How did Santana get herself into this? Oh yes… Puck… She keeps promising him that she would come watch one of his games. It's not like she didn't enjoy football… but it had a lot of memories and strings attached to it….. And that's how Santana always ended up plastered and passed out.

Atleast Fabray might be there right? Should she even be thankful for that?

Santana slipped into her mustang as a small smile curved on her lips. She remembered her first game she actually went to go watch… dressed in her own father's huge football jersey, sitting on her dad's shoulders… Santana had gotten so excited that she had actually gotten a lollipop stuck in her Antonio Lopez's hair….Santana reversed as she hummed the battle cries and songs from previous games she remembered.

"We've got spirit yes we do! We've got spirit how 'bout you?" Brittany announced as she stopped next to Santana at a red robot. Brittany started to rev her engine as she taunted Santana playfully.

Brittany couldn't be serious right now….

"Oh shoot me" Santana groaned before giving Brittany the "are you serious" look.

Brittany smiled cheekily as she revved her engine harder. Obviously Brittany was…

"You scared?…." Brittany shouted

Santana started laughing before she started to rev her engine. Well if Brittany wanted to eat her bubbles? Who was Santana to stop her…

"Scared of a cheerleader? You miss" Santana shouted back before the sound of burning tyres filled the air.

As soon as the light turned green, Santana dropped her clutch; Brittany following in her wake.

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Vibrant cheer filled the air as the buzzer for half time floated through the air. A dominating first round brought pride and joy to the Universities student and faculty. Even Quinn couldn't help but smile as Rachel started to jump down the pavilion in triumph. Quinn followed in her wake before they finally go to the bottom and headed to the kiosk.

"Did you see that? That player was totally off-side" Rachel started to ramble as they got to the line.

Quinn couldn't help but snicker slightly as she opened her handbag, reaching for her purse.

"I think everyone heard your comments Berry" Quinn teased before music started to drift in the air, filling the parking lot next to the kiosk.

Welcome to my other side,

Hello it's Mz. Hyde!

I can be the bitch,

I can play the whore,

Or your fairytale princess who could ask for more.

A touch of wicked,

A pinch of risk-ay,

Good girl gone bad, my poison is your remedy

Better be scared, better be afraid,

Now that the beast is out of her cage,

And I know you,

Wanna risk it,

Soon though you,

Are so addicted.

And here came Quinn's poisonous remedy and yes… Quinn was very afraid. Very afraid that she was falling for a student. Quinn was descending at a rapid pace and she couldn't even explain why. Quinn had thought over the passed few months continuously… Their first encounter? Santana was nothing more than a brat. The bathroom encounter? Only a few words were spoken but Santana showed herself to have more depth than Quinn initially thought. The first kiss?... Quinn still couldn't get it out of her head… but it was an impulsive quick decision driven by nothing more than lust? The discovery about Santana's family is what captured Quinn's attention though… Because Quinn realized that she might not know or understand Santana completely, but she wanted to. Quinn wanted to explore every dark corner of Santana's mind… and not in a professional manner either. But Quinn couldn't and shouldn't risk it… Santana couldn't be trusted. One little fight? A small argument, there was no telling what Santana could do.

Quinn couldn't help but feel attracted to the threat of uncertainty though. Throughout her life Quinn always fell for the rebel, the untameable, the reckless… because they filled her with drama which she craved. Santana was no different.

Santana spared Quinn a smouldering smile as she slid out of her car. Quinn felt her heart flutter at the sign of notice given by Santana. It had been like this for the passed few months as well, especially in class. Santana would smile at Quinn, Quinn would swoon but still keep her hard outer-shell and then Santana would act out if attention wasn't given. Which Quinn in turn had to ignore. But Santana could be so cute sometime… Quinn didn't understand why she insisted on being such a "bad ass".

"Earth to Quinn" Rachel stated playfully before laughing.

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"You can't leave now San. The party just began." Puck begged as Santana stood up from the grass.

A few hours has passed since she arrived here and for some reason Santana started to realize that the general debauchery that she was use to didn't satisfy her anymore. So much has changed through these passed few months and the biggest was that Santana…. For once in her life… didn't want to be a disappointment. She wanted to be good at something… make someone proud. Yes… she got a little mischievous at time… Pink smoke bomb…. But that was just to get attention. She had watched Quinn now for a few months… watched her every motion, word, expression… Quinn was classic and refined. Everything Santana couldn't be… but everything Santana wanted.

"I'm tired Puckerman. My bed has my name written all over it" Santana replied as she brushed her jeans off.

"Is there a lonely, hot woman in that bed?" Puck teased as Santana looked for her car keys.

Santana shook her head before smiling naughtily.

"Not tonight" She simply said.

"Then you have no excuse" Puck concluded as Santana started to make her way to her car.

Santana simply shrugged Puck's comment off as she walked in the cool evening air back to her car. The field and parking lot was quiet and dark except for one light which shone in the distance.

Curious, Santana made her way to the vehicle. The cabin light was on, which in turn highlighted choppy blonde headed woman who was beating the seven shades of hate into her steering wheel.

Quinn?

Santana couldn't help but laugh as she saw Quinn cursing at her car which refused to start. It could've been the battery… but Quinn's lights were on? The question was… Should Santana go help? Of course… Seeing Quinn's face as Santana walked in to save the day? AGAIN? Priceless.

With a smirk only reserved for the deepest of pleasure, Santana knocked on Quinn's window.

Quinn practically jumped out of her skin as she realized that she wasn't alone. What the…. Santana? Deep brown eyes watched her curiously before Santana's smirk reappeared. Great… just dandy!

Quinn rolled down her window before taking a deep breath, her eyes never flickering away from Santana's.

"Need help?" Santana jested as she rested her hand on Quinn's bonnet.

"No. I'm fine… It's just cold" Quinn lied before Santana opened her door.

Quinn arched her eyebrow as she watched Santana pointedly. Really? Could Santana just not take "no" as an answer? Quinn's thoughts suddenly faltered as Santana moved closer. Quinn could smell the cocoa-butter which covered Santana's skin… and she found herself wondering how it would taste? Taste… oh dear… Wait… why was Santana reaching for her legs? Oh shit… Alone… Dark… Quinn should've know…

Click

The sound of a latch opening distracted Quinn from Santana who was practically lying on top of her. What was Santana up to? Was this some type of new seduction trick Quinn wasn't aware of? Santana turned to look at Quinn quickly before slipping out of the car once more. Leaving Quinn exposed to the cold air…

Okay… Maybe Santana wasn't trying to… "Seduce" Quinn. But that thought left a hallow feeling in Quinn's stomach. Why wasn't Santana trying to seduce her?

As Quinn's attention came back to Santana, she saw her cars bonnet being lifted. Santana couldn't be serious right now. Quinn got out of her car before moving to Santana's side. Santana used her phone as a light as she searched battery and then the dark crevices of Quinn's car.

"How long have you been driving with your battery light flickering?" Santana stated plainly catching Quinn by surprise. How did Santana know? Was she psychic?

"How did-" Quinn mumbled

"I can sense it thanks to my Psychic Mexican Third Eye." Santana teased before reaching down and pulling up the remains of a rubber band.

Quinn found herself smiling at Santana's sarcasm. What was it about this girl that made Quinn so… Hmmmmmm… unsure? Everything which was suppose to be wrong was so right whenever Santana walked into her aura.

"And here I thought you're only talent was causing chaos" Quinn teased back as she focused on the shredded rubber banned

"You should see me in bed" Santana said without thinking.

"I did remember? You slept like an angel... A very naked little Angel..." Quinn replied making Santana smile sheepishly.

Silence filled the air soon enough before Santana pulled back and closed the bonnet. Quinn couldn't help but notice that Santana's hands were black… but as her eyes trailed up she couldn't help but giggle at Santana who had a black smudge smeared over her brow. Santana's eyebrows furrowed as Quinn placed a hand over her mouth trying to compose herself.

"What?" Santana mumbled sullenly.

"Uhm… you've got a little…" Quinn moved closer as she brushed Santana's brow quickly, trying to remove the smudge. "Uhm you HAD a little something on your face"

Santana could feel her knees melt at Quinn's advancement, but tried to hold herself back as she looked at Quinn blankly. Okay…. NOW? Santana was soooo confused…. They stood staring at each other for a few seconds before Santana finally spoke.

"It's your fan belt. We can jumpstart your car but its temporary and might just cut out again."

Quinn's face suddenly dropped before she took a deep breath. Now what was she going to do? How would she be able to get home?

"Let me take you home. I'll speak to Puck. He'll hook you up tomorrow" Santana finally stated as she saw Quinn's dismay.

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Silence filled the car as Quinn found herself in the passenger seat of Santana's beast. Okay… Santana was a TERRIBLE driver. If Quinn had to see another near accident she was going to jump Santana only to pummel her. Who on earth drove like this? This was not the death races.

"You're very quiet" Santana stated, before looking at Quinn.

"Keep your eyes on the road!" Quinn shouted out just before Santana narrowly cut infront of another car, avoiding a head on collision with the back of a truck. "Which cereal box did you get your license from?"

"Who says I have a license?" Santana jested before slacking down slightly, just for Quinn to calm down. What was the point of having this power under your foot if you couldn't use it? Most women loved it when Santana drove like this.

"SANTANA!" Quinn cried out before closing her eyes, as though she was trying to compose herself.

"Calm down. Wow… " Santana sighed out in frustration. Was there no pleasing Ms. Fabray?

Silence filled the car once more as Quinn looked outside the window trying to distract herself once more. After a few moment of swearing at Santana mentally, Quinn found herself staring at the stars… They were beautiful.

"Do you believe in Starsigns?" Quinn finally said, breaking the awkward silence.

Stars? Really… That's what Quinn had now decided to talk about. Could this woman get any weirder?

"Not really" Santana stated indifferently.

"Me neither" Quinn said off-handedly before tracing a smiley face on Santana's window.

"Then why ask?" Santana jested, laughing slightly in disbelief.

"Because I love the stars" Quinn said before turning to Santana.

Okay… Now that was not something Santana expected… but it gave her an impulse. An impulse she couldn't deny….

"Have you ever gone stargazing?" Santana blurted out excitedly

"Stargazing? Uhm… not really."

Santana watched as Quinn looked at her in confusion or was it fear? Santana couldn't tell for certain but hey… She's gotten this far right?

"Well then Ms. Fabray. Let me be the first to show you the beauty of the art." Santana stated poetically.

Quinn watched Santana in confusion as excitement filled every corner of Santana's face. Santana was like a little child rushing down the stairs to get a present. Finally they turned onto a dirty path which Santana drove restlessly on until she came to a stop. Santana turned to smile at Quinn before climbing out of the car. Quinn followed in her wake, not completely sure if she should actually be here… but it was deserted.

"Welcome to heaven" Santana whispered loud enough for Quinn to hear, before opening her car's rear door extracting a fluffy looking blanket.

"you come prepared?" Quinn asked in surprise.

"I come here to… get away" Santana stated awkwardly.

"You're actually the first person I've brought up here" Santana quickly repaired

A warm jolt shot through Quinn's heart as Santana's words stunned her. Was Santana going all soft on Quinn? Most probably not…. Quinn wasn't even too sure if Santana wanted her anymore… like that.

"So what do you do when you're here?" Quinn probed as she started to walk around the car to Santana.

OH NO! She's cornering me! - Flushed through Santana's thoughts as she saw Quinn coming closer. It's like the bathroom all over again. Who knows what will come out of Santana's mouth next.

"Uhm well…. " Santana's eyes drifted to the wood a few meters away from them. "Start fires?"

A heavenly chuckle escaped Quinn's lips. You know what maybe Quinn could do this… try and be friends with Santana?

"You need help?" Quinn asked naughtily before taking the blanket from Santana and laying it out on the floor between the car and wood.

"Me? Never… I was a born arsonist" Santana boasted before walking over to the wood, laying it out to start a fire.

Quinn watched Santana as she fell to the blanket gently, lying on her stomach. Santana seemed so geeky in her natural element as Santana packed the wood and then lit it. Should Quinn be worried?

Santana turned to Quinn before sitting on the blanket next to her. Watching flames slowly start to rise from beneath the wood. With Santana's luck – Rain clouds might just randomly appear…. But none come.

Quinn and Santana sat in silence for a few seconds watching the fire until Santana turned to Quinn.

"Are you always this articulate?" Santana stated suddenly, catching Quinn off gauard.

Did Santana just use her own words against her?

"Why you here Santana?" Quinn whispered softly before she reached for the papers which Santana had gathered.

Santana would've given anything just to answer that… but her words fell short as she realized that she couldn't remember why she was here….

"I….. Uhm…." Santana's word

"Are you always this articulate?" Quinn jested making Santana blush slightly.

YEAH… Make fun of the tongue-tied lovesick puppy…. Smooth Fabray

Santana dropped her head as she moved to retrieve the last few papers.

"Just when I'm trying to control myself" Santana mumbled under her breath….

"Control yourself?... I thought that was impossible" Quinn whispered huskily before she brushed another strand of Santana's hair back.

Santana couldn't help as her whole body set ablaze… What was this woman doing to her? One simple touch and Santana practically died of pleasure…. She had to get up… had to get out.

"Just when I'm trying to control myself" Quinn replied before laughing.